Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2017
And every touch makes me weaker,

every cigarette makes me dizzier

and every breath, it feels like my last.

Oh, dear love

I’m begging you to stop this uncertainty

just take my whole **** soul,


but please make it fast
Carolina
Written by
Carolina
  359
     Lior Gavra, ---, ryn, archwolf-angel, Shanath and 3 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems