SmokeA Poem by Shalini RIf I were smoke I’d be your smoke From your fireplace I’d be that part of your family Thriving in your living room (who would’ve guessed?) That fades away over time, the way it was meant to be But you’ll always have that smell of me stuck in your hair.
© 2008 Shalini R |
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1 Review Added on February 10, 2008 AuthorShalini Rblack hole, MDAboutThe name's Shalini, I'm addicted to wrecklessness. DOT, not feathers. I'm kind of a strange colabaration of ridiciously fun-loving [sadly sometimes without weighing the cost] and an old soul. I am .. more..Writing
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