Breathe meA 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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johnnyqueerNYAboutHello, I'm Johnny. Writing is a form of alchemy to me. I transform all my feelings into text; Dancing, slithering, and stumbling from white pages. If you like my writing you can find me on Instagr.. more..Writing
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