A dark alley lit by the moon;
she leaned on her hatchback and looked at the sky,
Trying to find some answers,
she reflected on the day that passed by,
All the memories that haunted her, made her choke,
A deep drag of her Gold Flake,
and all her anguish was in Smoke.
Sailee, my editor and my best friend, thinks it is one frail attempt; but I disagree with her. It’s just that she is not as regular with writing as she wants to be. Anyway, enjoy reading it, and let her know she got some words to express.
Aren’t you just too sweet?
I am so glad you liked it..
Much love! ❤
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I don’t know… I liked it and re-blogged it here…
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