It was that same smell of cigarettes that ignited my inspiration to write again. I could picture the tiny bits of ash that would pile up on the ground..
Reflections of your red cheeks,stop lightsDistant memories dancing all aroundThe paleness of your skin pressed against mine,though it's been months si..
If I'm a sinner, you must stand by Heaven's doorThe cold has come long waysDays passing with the drugs on my tongueFading into delicious gloryA feelin..