writing with a
cigarette in hand
writing with a
stain on my shirt
writing with a
bruise on my lip
trying to pretend
that your words
never hurt
sleeping with out
you
dreaming of good
times
drinking glasses
of malt whiskey
walking through dark
alleys with you
on my mind
I cannot get
past you
no matter how
hard i try
now every hello
i’ve said since you
left
tastes of your
eyes in that
moment you said
goodbye
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
writing with a
cigarette in hand
writing with a
stain on my shirt
writing with a
bruise on my lip
trying to pretend
that your words
never hurt
sleeping with out
you
dreaming of good
times
drinking glasses
of malt whiskey
walking through dark
alleys with you
on my mind
I cannot get
past you
no matter how
hard i try
now every hello
i’ve said since you
left
tastes of your
eyes in that
moment you said
goodbye
