Jul 2014
I write to you in billows of cigarette smoke
and nicotine dreams.
And the reality is when everyone else is
coughing up a lung
I spit out my heart, saying
"Take it, this is for you"
please.
and nicotine dreams.
And the reality is when everyone else is
coughing up a lung
I spit out my heart, saying
"Take it, this is for you"
please.
