Queen smoke (Remove filter)
The Queen of smoke
Your words like music in my head
I'll show you
the good
you said while
you pull out another cigarette
Playing cards with fire
Inhale exhale
the smell of you
Inhale exhale
the look in your blue eyes
as you pull out joker on me
Inhale Exhale
I am
Inhale Exhale
the Queen
And in between the smoke
and dissapointment
you lost the Queen
Friday 22nd June 2018 7:20 pm
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