The man in the moon
gazes down upon her
He whispers softly
Why are you blowing me smoky kisses
She kisses the cigarette again
blowing another kiss to him
Because I have realized
that I know how happy is supposed to feel
and right now,
I am not happy.
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PoetryA series of poems I wrote at times I felt too much to keep it to myself, but had nobody to listen. Handle with care.
