a lit cigarette with hope wearing thin,
for awhile I can keep my own ember alive;
if for too long you forget to breathe me in,
I will quiet, and meekly meet my demise.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
a lit cigarette with hope wearing thin,
for awhile I can keep my own ember alive;
if for too long you forget to breathe me in,
I will quiet, and meekly meet my demise.
