Your love was like a cigarrette.
It burned brightly and took my breath away
like nicotine I was addicted to it every day.
And the desire burned in me to see you again
but as a cigarrette it was soon over,
never enough, but forever gone.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Your love was like a cigarrette.
It burned brightly and took my breath away
like nicotine I was addicted to it every day.
And the desire burned in me to see you again
but as a cigarrette it was soon over,
never enough, but forever gone.
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