The last smile that will leave my face.
The last cry that will leave my lips.
The last drop that will leave my veins.
I keep saying this is the last time;
But who am I kidding, it's like an addict to wine.
You sip it slow; trying to make it last.
Just waiting to say goodbye.
I keep saying it's the last time;
But then you go and mess that up.
You do something nice;
You bring a smile to my face.
You wipe away my tears.
You take away my blade.
So I guess it's not goodbye today.
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A/N: This one is one of my favorites, I hope you liked it too.
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Occupational Hazard
Poezjajust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
