Smothered by the smoke in your lungs
I pull away before we intertwine our tongues
Your touch, your kiss
The one I want to miss
In the end I come back to the sound of horror film drums
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My Poetry: The Sequel | ✔
PoetryHere is my SECOND book of poetry! These are all originals and just here for people to read, and connect to ♡ - Chloe
Habits
Smothered by the smoke in your lungs
I pull away before we intertwine our tongues
Your touch, your kiss
The one I want to miss
In the end I come back to the sound of horror film drums
