raised by a pack of cigarettes.
easier to quit--
tossed into a roadside ditch.
•••
your attention span is horrible.
you just proved my point.
I still love you.
•••
I'll be your empty glass bottle
collecting dust as you collect me--
you'll wipe me off someday
•••
I miss the fresh air.
google searched fresh air,
ordered Febreeze.
•••
I'm sleeping next to you
in the morning after
I'm that type.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
raised by a pack of cigarettes.
easier to quit--
tossed into a roadside ditch.
•••
your attention span is horrible.
you just proved my point.
I still love you.
•••
I'll be your empty glass bottle
collecting dust as you collect me--
you'll wipe me off someday
•••
I miss the fresh air.
google searched fresh air,
ordered Febreeze.
•••
I'm sleeping next to you
in the morning after
I'm that type.
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