My cigarette
turns to
ash
Just like
my soul.
I wish
I could
runaway
like
Smoke.
But I’m
trapped by
loneliness.
-DrunkPoetryExperiment
My cigarette
turns to
ash
Just like
my soul.
I wish
I could
runaway
like
Smoke.
But I’m
trapped by
loneliness.
-DrunkPoetryExperiment