I light up another cigarette
And you glare at me.
"Let go of bad habits."
You tell me.
I inhale, nodding thoughtfully
And then smirk.
"Let go of you then?"
I ask you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
