Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
the rim of your beer can
tastes like your stale cigarettes
i choke on the lingering flavor
persistent in my mind
you're overwhelming from afar
if we were closer perhaps
i would build up immunities
to your snares that have me
caught up and falling
head over heals drowning
only at the rim of your beer can
I made it longer. Tada. :P
- - -
Anyone else feel like dying right now, or is it just me?
WickedHope
Written by
WickedHope  26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
1.0k
       Traveler, ---, ---, ---, Sjr1000 and 9 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems