We are all the same
We talk about cigarettes and coffee
Love and women
Men
We are all
Lonely together
We let our minds work our wrists.
We have a burned soul
An aching heart
We all feel someway
The pain
Of living off words
Of handwriting love
Of sadness, most times.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
We are all the same
We talk about cigarettes and coffee
Love and women
Men
We are all
Lonely together
We let our minds work our wrists.
We have a burned soul
An aching heart
We all feel someway
The pain
Of living off words
Of handwriting love
Of sadness, most times.