cigar smoke
In my lungs,
no alcohol in your
System,
we live on
stupid caffeine headaches
and doing bad things
to our bodies.
goodbye became
all too real,
all too soon.
neither of us was ready
To let the other one go,
but you are on a journey
i don’t fully understand,
i just know that
sometimes the flower
has to grow through snow
to become
her blossom.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
cigar smoke
In my lungs,
no alcohol in your
System,
we live on
stupid caffeine headaches
and doing bad things
to our bodies.
goodbye became
all too real,
all too soon.
neither of us was ready
To let the other one go,
but you are on a journey
i don’t fully understand,
i just know that
sometimes the flower
has to grow through snow
to become
her blossom.
02/07/2015
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