Like the smoke coming out of a cigarrete,
Your love is slowly killing me.
And when I realized we're running out of time,
Theres no come back, only going into deep.
Maybe...I should blame it On destiny.
We're so close but still so far from the real...
YOU ARE READING
Rhythm
Poesia#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
