life goes on,
i won't, though.
this cigarette,
won't do anything,
except blacken my lungs,
and the tar will stick,
and maybe i'll feel,
feel something at all,
other than the erratic,
the erratic heartbeat,
the one i feel with you.
life goes on,
i wish i could,
i take the fall,
i take a breath,
i can't do this no more,
i don't like the taste,
this habit is expensive,
time-consuming,
and she doesn't approve of it,
that's why i do it, though.
- life goes on
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
