Nicotine is a time machine
takes me back to all the wrongs I've ever done.
The inhale of my first cigarette
that kiss I totally regret.
lost in her taste
but all that time was a waste.
I should have never let her invade my space
I should have never met her face
to face.
Lip to lip.
Hips on hips.
God I wish I could change the past
at least I know these memories won't last.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
