Share a glass with me,
let's fuck the sadness from our dying veins
shattered glass and
distant memories
all lifeless on the floor
we were an intention to kill
sharing one last dance
between two shadows
a burning desire
a
last
breath
A//N
idk..
people seem to get annoyed when i ask if they're okay.. sometimes people just need to be asked .. because sometimes it's nice to know that at least someone notices and that someone cares
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
