She smelled of smoke and cigarette
She shoved the cancer stick through my lips
Her devilish smile whispering
It's not so bad when you get used to it
Tattooed arms and pierced nose
I just wamt to hold my irish rose
The ache in my heart sobbing
It's not so bad, I'm used to it
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The Rain has Fallen
PoesíaLife is a cunt. ---- These days I update when I am inspired. Sometimes a few times a week and at times months go by without me laying a word on paper. this started: January 1st, 2017 this will end: December 31st, 2017 *Certain subjects might be tri...
