Stale smoke,

It clings to the threads of his jacket,

Yet i've never choked,

Our relationship is stuck in a brackett.

Oversaturated Old Spice,

I haven't sicken of it yet,

He has managed to become my vice,

He's like a stone with nothing set.

Wet hair,

At least there's something about him that's clean,

Hes almost too much to bare,

Its like im stuck in a neverending dream.

Candy strawberries,

Sometimes he's sweet,

He makes my heart feel so heavy,

All this and our love still can't be beat.


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