transient lovers.
I take a drag from my cigar
welcoming the burn and blow.
I wonder if he will be like smoke;
disappear after seconds
or will he be like tar;
sitting in my lungs, always present.
immortal
transient lovers.
I take a drag from my cigar
welcoming the burn and blow.
I wonder if he will be like smoke;
disappear after seconds
or will he be like tar;
sitting in my lungs, always present.