sing to me like Donny Hathaway.
smoke up your last cigarette
once it's gone it's gone
burnt out.
i feel the way you feel
i love the way you like it
yet i still feel like a empty boot
spill my guts
tell me like it is
i'll sing it to you like Skeeter Davis.
i'll smoke up your last cigarette
once i'm gone i'm gone
burnt out.
YOU ARE READING
lover illusion
Poetrywhatever you want, please take it. may my own desires be thrown away, take my heart, soul, and body with intention. take it all.
