Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
I thought I could erase you;
I thought I could smoke you out of my lungs
and drink you out of my memory.
But you were at the bottom
of every box of ciagrettes,
and you were the cause
of all the drunken tears
I had to wipe away with my sleeves.
Written by
Madison  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
   ---, ---, Locke, marina and Nick Durbin
Please log in to view and add comments on poems