Like most things,
you’ve lost your charm,
but keep smiling
and I’ll go home
with you anyway.
Or at least to your
car where we’ll
fog the windows
and smoke
your last cigarette.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Like most things,
you’ve lost your charm,
but keep smiling
and I’ll go home
with you anyway.
Or at least to your
car where we’ll
fog the windows
and smoke
your last cigarette.
Great images in this one! Feels very real.
Your work would be great for spoken word. I love the short pithy ones.