My soul spoke volumes as it cried through my chest. Nothing would be so pure, so painful. Nothing like hearing the soul speak after years of silence. Hurt. Screaming it begged, to be set free, “please, let me go.”
Both can **** The only difference is Cigarettes shatter lungs She shatters everything
I remembered the first moment my lips pressed the filter as I lit it up breathed it all savored every smoke as if we covered up painful lies in a container of painkillers
The same way we used to pressed our lips sparked something between us savored every moment we had as if our love was a rose in a valley of tulips