Gemma

Cigarettes

Cigarettes litter the floor

Just like the day before, 

Yet no sign of 

You. 

 

Then I see you in your bed

Curled up like a little kid, 

Wishing the world would disappear.

 

Remove the sheets 

From over your head 

Show me your smile, 

Dear. 

 

Draw the curtains back

Don't be like that, 

I promise it'll all get 

Better. 

 

If you let it. 

Comments1

  • Neville

    kinda liked this, kinda liked it a lot... N



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