It's my choice
I choose it
It's over you
Can't do anything
I'm done
I quit
Actually it's more
Along the lines of being
Fired
Smoke love
From a gun
Kisses by a pill
Cuddled by a knife
Hugged by a rope
Caressed by a bag
No turning back
No time to
Lovely world
Who killed me
YOU ARE READING
The Journey
PoesiaWhat about poetry do you not understand, to the point you need a description?
