The hipster said
“I’d like to light you again sometime
Like a pack of Marlborough cigarettes.”
Then he threw his cigarette to the ground,
And left her the same way he found her--
Lost to the night.
Her curls fell to her face,
Covering her eyes:
Black as the night,
Deep as the void inside...
“I’d like to light you again sometime
Like a pack of Marlborough cigarettes.”
Then he threw his cigarette to the ground,
And left her the same way he found her--
Lost to the night.
Her curls fell to her face,
Covering her eyes:
Black as the night,
Deep as the void inside...
2 comments:
Meghna,
Read 3 poems now. Pain shows. Hope something good happens soon.
Take care
who knew torment could hit a soft spot so subtly.
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