On my tongue rests a particular smog
One that scorches my throat
Pollutes my emotions.
I did not willingly inhale
This was forced upon me.
But I will not open my mouth
I will not let the clouds escape
I will let the smoke fall into my lungs
Keeping my from breathing properly.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
On my tongue rests a particular smog
One that scorches my throat
Pollutes my emotions.
I did not willingly inhale
This was forced upon me.
But I will not open my mouth
I will not let the clouds escape
I will let the smoke fall into my lungs
Keeping my from breathing properly.
