Never wanting to leave

Strange how the couch lounges the same across the room Inviting us to kick off our shoes And lay relaxed upon it * How the table still stretches to the stars with the towers of hookah and beer bottles * That puppy, like a wound-up toy, That always runs straight to me, Jumping excitedly *…

A taste of the past

How difficult to hold onto one’s identity Even the smoke from my cigarette escapes from me * No use fighting the demons, They’re seered into my skin No use burning, the pain is within * And the smoke in my lungs fixes nothing Never managed to choke the beast inside That fights to run back…