I don't mind the sweet-nothings
you whisper
into my ear every night.
I also don't mind the black smoke
I fill my lungs with
when you leave.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
I don't mind the sweet-nothings
you whisper
into my ear every night.
I also don't mind the black smoke
I fill my lungs with
when you leave.
