Poems from Restless Martyr
Puff, Puff
Inhale
Puff, Puff
Inhale.
Sip your whiskey,
how does it taste?
Like the tears I've cried over your abandonment?
Like the...
This brown eyed boy
I have worshipped
As if he were a God
As if a day without his smile, his laugh, his warmth
Would hurt me
As if a...
