He smoked thrice
which I find not nice
Covering me with tobacco smell
without even ringing the bell
I tried it all
Only to find I can't fall
as you exist there in my mind
making myself not all mine
-- You're occupying it
you and your own beat.
Something I cannot get rid;
an affair which is timid.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
He smoked thrice
which I find not nice
Covering me with tobacco smell
without even ringing the bell
I tried it all
Only to find I can't fall
as you exist there in my mind
making myself not all mine
-- You're occupying it
you and your own beat.
Something I cannot get rid;
an affair which is timid.
(23 June 2015)
