The toxic smoke of your words
Fills my lungs
My stifled response leaves
A foul taste on my tongue
The heat of you seared my flesh
And now I'm charred
Brushed aside like ashes
I hope my dust
Fills your lungs
That every forced word burns
Your parched throat
Because only my tears can
Soothe the ache
And you can't have them
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
The toxic smoke of your words
Fills my lungs
My stifled response leaves
A foul taste on my tongue
The heat of you seared my flesh
And now I'm charred
Brushed aside like ashes
I hope my dust
Fills your lungs
That every forced word burns
Your parched throat
Because only my tears can
Soothe the ache
And you can't have them
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