ink stained fingers clasp a cigarette
you bring it to your lips
inhale as though it will give you some relief from your problems
you wear shades at night
hiding behind mirrored lenses
like you know someone is watching
I look away, trying not to be that someone
but my gaze finds it way back to you
Always back to you
and maybe I'm hoping that one day
I'll find you, shades off
looking back at me too
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
ink stained fingers clasp a cigarette
you bring it to your lips
inhale as though it will give you some relief from your problems
you wear shades at night
hiding behind mirrored lenses
like you know someone is watching
I look away, trying not to be that someone
but my gaze finds it way back to you
Always back to you
and maybe I'm hoping that one day
I'll find you, shades off
looking back at me too