and you light up your cigarette,
whispering words of love on my skin,
and it felt like heaven.
until it started to burn,
and i realised it might have been hell the whole time.
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Poetrya collection of 3am thoughts and poems from an insomniac some are my own and some are inspired- Copyrighted© 2017 started; 20/09/17 highest rank: #487 in poetry
