Smoking cigarettes
Like if they would take a bit of my pain away
Very slow the flash hits me
And takes my body swirling around my own kiwi smoothie eyes
The unknown
Has a special taste on its tounge
A smokey eye
May it be Allright
When i feel my loung N heart cry
But it's all all right
As long
As you
Won't become
My other hostage
YOU ARE READING
Wet Paper
PoetryWhen the pain is real the words come clear For Lara my inspiration , the absolut kindest my best friend and family . Ily .
