she was lighter
and he was cigarette
she needed him to feel worthwhile
and he needed her to feel the flames
but just like every lighter
her light ran out
and just like every cigarette
his fire died
and just like that
they forgot who they are
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
she was lighter
and he was cigarette
she needed him to feel worthwhile
and he needed her to feel the flames
but just like every lighter
her light ran out
and just like every cigarette
his fire died
and just like that
they forgot who they are
i tried my best and this is one of my very first poems xoxo
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