paintedfish Posted December 20, 2008 Share Posted December 20, 2008 The way things ought to look Dilapidated, dim The wind and sounds of Rushing cars grate like a Bow accross electric Guitar strings, distorted. I am watching the smoke Rise like a soul burning Held in my hand like a fiery reminder Of how you left my life Made of smoke, and leaving Ashes in your wake. Each ribbon wrapping my Leg has your name on it. They are because of you; They will always be mine. The dull burning red, like Dying cigarettes is All I will ever have. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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