I named my pipe
Sorrow.
Because of the way it sits on the edge
Of your lips.
And how some people choke on
Sadness as if it were
Poisoned smoke.
How it coats your lungs with resin
And it weighs
your center down
And although you may
Dispel the tainted air,
Your insides are never quite the same.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
I named my pipe
Sorrow.
Because of the way it sits on the edge
Of your lips.
And how some people choke on
Sadness as if it were
Poisoned smoke.
How it coats your lungs with resin
And it weighs
your center down
And although you may
Dispel the tainted air,
Your insides are never quite the same.
