This vicious smoke,
Filtering through her nose
Like the empty words that leaked
While taking off her clothes.
This never seemed so complex,
I hope she never knows
How messed up my head is
Or these actions composed.
To make you fall in love
And believe me to the end.
There's no way of knowing
On these thoughts we depend.
Your half-smile; a plea for cry
Ignore it just for tonight,
Then catch the attention of a passerby
To let them figure it out.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
This vicious smoke,
Filtering through her nose
Like the empty words that leaked
While taking off her clothes.
This never seemed so complex,
I hope she never knows
How messed up my head is
Or these actions composed.
To make you fall in love
And believe me to the end.
There's no way of knowing
On these thoughts we depend.
Your half-smile; a plea for cry
Ignore it just for tonight,
Then catch the attention of a passerby
To let them figure it out.
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