You flicked a cigarette and lighter from the pocket of your shirt. You only smoked when you were sober, and you barely talked much. Maybe that's why I liked it when you were drunk. You became the person I wished you were, a person I really adored.
Poems and love letters spilt from your lips and your hands ventured to places they never would if the alcohol wasn't living on the top of your tongue. But you also didn't drink often, so for I, it was a rarity to see you move with so much awe dancing in your mischievous eyes.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
