#cigarrets
You smell like cigarettes and Paris,
Feel like midnight sweet stories.
A sunset without fears or worries.
But above all,
There’s your mixed up soul.
An entire galaxy where
Stars are collapsing
And planets colliding.
Obliging me to remember everything.
You presence,
Your absence,
Your actions.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC