The smell of your skin
Is this really a sin?
Tell me to get real
Easy words
from someone who doesn't feel
Smoke in my hair
This life isn't fair
So deal with it
Take it slow
Breathe it in
And let him go
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
