Do you remember the day you didn't
kiss me? And I smoked another joint
and coughed. And you rolled a spliff
and the words we were so terrible at
speaking came strolling off our tongues
like the innocent sunrise we ignored come
up out the window above as the
morning brought us sleep. You
brought me coffee and smoked cigarettes
in bed. I read my book and played with
your hair. There were no reasons
to hurry but an unkissable love
for words, cigarettes,
and words.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
Do you remember the day you didn't
kiss me? And I smoked another joint
and coughed. And you rolled a spliff
and the words we were so terrible at
speaking came strolling off our tongues
like the innocent sunrise we ignored come
up out the window above as the
morning brought us sleep. You
brought me coffee and smoked cigarettes
in bed. I read my book and played with
your hair. There were no reasons
to hurry but an unkissable love
for words, cigarettes,
and words.