would u inhale me in your lungs,
and keep me there for as long as you'll survive,
you'll feel my heart beating inside you,
like my lone ashed cigarette
i can't get enough.
as i lit my cigarette like a birthday candle,
and wished for your name
everyday,
through my puffed up coughs, and fuzzy eyes.
YOU ARE READING
romantic homicide
Poetryshe could rip my heart and hang it on her wall if it meant art for her..
