Monday, 15 July 2013

Growing Up

The boy listened to his music, and tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He thought too much. He thought about how much he would have to give up. Friends. Family. So as he could become a man. Stand on his own two feet. And it scared him. It scares me.

Missing You

To sit besides you. That's all I want right now. Your warmth against my skin. Your heart against my ear.

As I choke on this empty cigarette, my thoughts drift to your scent, your sight, your love: my love.

You fit me like a glove. You'll know this by tomorrow.