Marlboro gold
Cigarettes cravings.
I never even smoked.
Burn it on my skin, and the
scars will keep you with me forever.
Your breath smells like Marlboro gold.
Breath me in.
Burn your cigarettes.
Intoxicated but,
I want more.
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what I wanted to say
PoetryWhat I wanted to say, is a poem collection that has been sitting in my notes app on my phone for a while now. I write about unresolved feelings, with this I mean that we often want to say something to a person, but we cannot find the words for it...
