Thursday, November 13, 2014

A Little Bit..

Suddenly, its this lovingly hated song on head.
A night, getting away from
what I formed of myself..
that night.
I gaze at the sky to find you,
at place where i last located you
and sobbed.
You weren't there.
I smoked down to save you of it.
You hate the smoke.
I hate you for going away.

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