Bone tired eyes
That ghost of a smile
Faded familiarity
I haven't recognized you in quite a while
A shadow of the woman I used to know
Oh such a long long time ago
You bring that cigarette to your lips
I wonder if you'll ever quit
You take a drag say it's your last
Then take another from the pack
You've taught me people never change
We're all dying anyway
-AlR
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Poems and excerpts from books I probably won't write.
PoetryThese are poems and excerpts from books I probably won't right. All of them belong to me. If you steal them I will sue you.
