SmokeA Poem by sarcasticSmoke is coming from my heart. It's been played with so many times it's going to give in and die. You said you would never play with it but why is it that you are burning a whole in my heart? Why? At lesst it wont happen again. Now all I have to do is wait for all the smoke to clear out. © 2010 sarcastic |
Stats
201 Views
Added on November 8, 2010 Last Updated on November 8, 2010 Author |