Sleeping Alone With Cigaritte Smoke
A tiny wall with four walls and a
weak smile which finds me.
I watch romantic movies pretending
that someone may sit beside me.
A young flower which would add a
fire to my cold life..
The type of princess you marry while
she becomes a queen overnight..
And when I would wake I would find
her holding me tight.
As if she never wanted morning to
come and forever for it to become
night.
Yet such hopes for me are a lie.
As I watch movies on a cold
November night.
Pretending the tv dinner was the
greatest gift alive.
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