thin paper burns closer to fingertips the hours between night and early morning everything distorted from last night's trip arms, legs, body, dull and yet still aching soft static from a radio plays on too soon comes the reality of dawn
inhale, exhale.
swirling smoke passes barely parted lips peaceful landscapes are the most misleading reflecting on broken relationships glimpses of happiness always fleeting ashes drift down like snow on a dark lawn they crumble and fall apart; then they're gone
inhale, exhale.
chipped nail polish, jeans that are worn and ripped outside now there's a slight breeze blowing shoes peeking over the edge of the bridge holding on to the railing, fingers clinging people say it's important to 'stay strong' is it sometimes stronger to just move on