December 2010
2 posts
Missin' you,
And do you miss me too? Do you miss me back? Miss ya so much my fucking cigarettes are black. And my lungs, and the clouds, and my clothes, and the hole, and the horse i came in on whoa whoa whoa no. Black gloves cover up my true blues, gripping that black cigarette like i used to grip to you. Miss ya so fucking much i smoke them, too. Emptying all my ashtrays, of all the things, that remind me...
