And he waltzed in and out
Like flames in the night
He never stayed longer
Than a cigarette light
He crumbled away
Like ash into flight
And fluttered away
Like the tail of a kite
He burned out my sense
Of what's wrong and what's right
And corrupted my soul
Til the night that he died
YOU ARE READING
Benjamin Twine
PoetryPoetry about society and relationships. Poem titles are lyrics to Benjamin Twine by George Ezra #188 in poetry 1/3/16
