A half burnt smoke never tastes the same
As an un-lit cigarette.
It’s the same with love.
We can never tumble back in time to;
Happy nights nuzzling in bed,
Clandestine kisses on the dock at midnight,
Drinking in glorious sunsets and city lights.
As if we could ever pretend that the world was perfect.
We can never dance back into;
Long car rides to Victoria,
Drunk laughs in the rain,
Late night cuddles on the couch
Playing video games to our hearts content.
In all honesty, I don’t need to live in the past
I like smoking full cigarettes to make them last.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 8:55 PM UTC
A half burnt smoke never tastes the same
As an un-lit cigarette.
It’s the same with love.
We can never tumble back in time to;
Happy nights nuzzling in bed,
Clandestine kisses on the dock at midnight,
Drinking in glorious sunsets and city lights.
As if we could ever pretend that the world was perfect.
We can never dance back into;
Long car rides to Victoria,
Drunk laughs in the rain,
Late night cuddles on the couch
Playing video games to our hearts content.
In all honesty, I don’t need to live in the past
I like smoking full cigarettes to make them last.
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