Jan 2019
I want to be your cigarette.
Be the smoke that fills your lungs.
I want to linger in your breath,
and stain your fingers.
I want to be the taste you crave,
and the bud you kiss every day.
Be the smoke that fills your lungs.
I want to linger in your breath,
and stain your fingers.
I want to be the taste you crave,
and the bud you kiss every day.
