They say shooting stars are angels throwing out their cigarettes before god could catch them smoking
I check the sky every night
To see if you're up there, if you could see me
Maybe you stopped smoking
YOU ARE READING
With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
