You planted the seeds,
in my heart.
It's like marijuana,
toxic and yet addictive.
And I let it grow,
through my ribs,
and my lips.
I let it grow.
Even when,
you stopped coming,
for a second smoke
I let it grow,
for now - it's a part of me.
YOU ARE READING
Skin Deep Memories | PO
Поэзия❝Memories aren't meant to be forgotten. They stay. And with it you grow.❞ - //m. _____ a collection of poems, rants, snippets and quotes #100thou...
