A cig in the rain.
I'm yearning to be letting out the smoke.
I'm drenched instead.
A cig in the rain.
I'm yearning to keep my insides intact.
I'm crumbling away instead.
A cig in the rain.
I'm yearning to be picked up as a challenge.
I'm laying idle instead.
A cig in the rain.
I'm yearning to be inhaled from.
I'm being stepped on instead.
A cig in the rain - I.am.lost.
La la la..mb ma3gool..don't degrade yourself, sweetness! How can you liken yourself to a cancer stick?! You're far greater than that..<3
ReplyDeleteSorry, I've not been doing much reading; whatever free time I get so far..goes into writing!>< bs will take a 'spin' and see what I've missed out on here, at Dudey's Survival ;D
Other than that, this is a very creative poem I must say!=D Keep it up, but don't ya dare liken yerself to such disgusting things =.= <3