Smoke
The sky is filled
with smoke,
blowing from your lips,
and it is just as dark
as your heart.
Of course I knew
its fumes would kill me,
still I kissed you,
till my own heart
turned jet black.
© NeyahTheSibyl
with smoke,
blowing from your lips,
and it is just as dark
as your heart.
Of course I knew
its fumes would kill me,
still I kissed you,
till my own heart
turned jet black.
© NeyahTheSibyl