The little tear
Crossing my face
Unwelcomed Intruder
That faded Away
Was that something
You say
The look of you
Your smell?
Close enough
To reach, touch
Feel
Still far away
But you cannot
Caress the cigarette
Without
Getting burned
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
The little tear
Crossing my face
Unwelcomed Intruder
That faded Away
Was that something
You say
The look of you
Your smell?
Close enough
To reach, touch
Feel
Still far away
But you cannot
Caress the cigarette
Without
Getting burned
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