Poem: Burn

​I light another cigarette

Been months, it’s hard to forget

The smoke fills me

Kills more than you can possibly do to me

I burn those letters 

The act is clichéd but not worthless

I’ll burn my memories as well

Pathetic fallacy, all those trees that fell

You’re a reminder, that love is just a joke

And all that we are goes up in smoke

I try not to give a fuck

Cause in the end, we make our own luck

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s