lying in bed of clouds in the heart of the city
trains roar and people shout all outside my window
i cry softly into my pillow
you yell insults and things that shouldn't be heard
the mental pain unbearable
the cigarette smoke that floats like a halo around your head
its not an angel's halo though
its the devils
i want to go back
to the nights of summer romance
kissing under the bridge
smoking love on the rooftop
then it got violent
you changed
you and your cigarette smoke
YOU ARE READING
i used to know people
PoesiaPoetry in a light, heartbreaking, yet simple form. reckless, fearless, and all of the above