Smoke burns softly in my lungs, like it found a home there long ago It doesn’t bother me anymore, because I’ve learned to live with the feeling, this melancholy, the temporary afterglow, a lit matchstick snuffed out But it still burns — the pain of yesterday
Smoke Burns Softly
Smoke Burns Softly
Smoke Burns Softly
Smoke burns softly in my lungs, like it found a home there long ago It doesn’t bother me anymore, because I’ve learned to live with the feeling, this melancholy, the temporary afterglow, a lit matchstick snuffed out But it still burns — the pain of yesterday