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.
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Comments1
kinda liked this, kinda liked it a lot... N
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