• godofsmallmusings 173w

    20:40
    02/10/18

    How you all doin'?

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    Cigarettes Without Sex


    Your every puff
    Is slowly making life bleed
    Out from inside my lungs,
    Filling me with bits of voids
    And
    Smoke and mirrors;
    But
    Every now and then
    I find myself
    Absently
    reaching out for you.

    Perhaps
    You've got the worst of me, Sarah,
    Shouldn't be surprising.
    What was the source of my muse,
    Would be the end of me too.

    Yet I light
    Another roll of your memories
    And hope
    That you will not kill
    The days that await me.


    ©godofsmallmusings