“I played until my lips gave out on cigarettes and thoughts of you.”
Source: Mirrored Voices: Best Modern Poets
“I played until my lips gave out on cigarettes and thoughts of you.”
“When you have a soul sometimes it burns.”
“we whisper songs about scars trepidation before letting go.”
“Golden brown syrup light pranced upon his melancholy face. The flickering was somewhat surreal.”