I’ve been wondering if it was ever even there
It disappeared and made me sickly
The smell still lingers in the air
The smoke, it faded so quickly
The wisps of love tangling together just to dissolve away
I grabbed at it frantically, but I knew it wouldn’t stay
the particles hardly hang around my bed
But I can’t get you out of my head
Sometimes I feel, the only way for it to be gone
Is to fall asleep, and hope it’s dissipates by dawn
I don’t miss you, I miss the way you made me feel
But now that it’s gone, I’m not sure what was real
Maybe there never was much, so I take another toke
For now I’ll lay around, hating the shadows of smoke
About the Creator
Q. F. Stewart
Writing helps me analyze myself, seeing my feelings on paper helps me understand them. I hope to reach those who relate to my writings, you’re not alone, it gets better.
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