Breathe me

Breathe me

A Poem by johnnyqueer

He's got murder on his mind,
Ashing his cigarette.
He's got hatred on his lips,
Blowing rings skyward.

I just admire him from afar,
I put his rings in my pocket.

He's got the breeze on his face,
Tossing his hair haphazardly.
He's got the sun in his eyes,
Two amber crystals glistening.

I want to suck out his poison,
I keep his rings in my pocket.

He's got no clue I exist,
Ashing his cigarette.
He leaves with the breeze,
Blowing rings skyward.


© 2016 johnnyqueer


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nice work done here! i like the composition of the poems and the use of words!
keep writing :)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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