When summer comes,
I recall the smell of sweet cigarettes.
The smell that made me suffer and drowned.
The smoke kept you away from me
I wanted you to take me far away
But you didn't.
Before I forgot that smell
Before I forgot shape of you
Summer had gone.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
When summer comes,
I recall the smell of sweet cigarettes.
The smell that made me suffer and drowned.
The smoke kept you away from me
I wanted you to take me far away
But you didn't.
Before I forgot that smell
Before I forgot shape of you
Summer had gone.
