caught in a time-loop doing pirouettes
smoking stale cigarettes
stumbling into the dragon's lair
and knowing he doesn't really care
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
hope got lost behind the sofa
caught in a time-loop doing pirouettes
smoking stale cigarettes
stumbling into the dragon's lair
and knowing he doesn't really care
