when kismet forges an exhale in the shadows of love
That bitter off kilter feeling of homesick
the taste of stale smoke
& whiskey stained regret still lingering on my lips
The angels wept that night
& even the strongest sense of self couldn't wash you off me
phenominal honey! That last line really stopped me in my tracks. Look how far you've come with this :)
ReplyDeleteVery strong language; in the good sense of the word =P
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