i simply want to be
the love song
dangling from her lips
unfiltered
ever burning at the end
the beginning forever
at her lips
my dreams
on the tip of her tongue
she breathes
clouds of mystery
once mine
smoke signals
another lifetime
now dissolved
into thin air
and when
the mystery is gone
so is the fire
maybe if i came in packs
(like wolves)
but there’d still be the warning
for pregnant women
love’s suffering addiction
can turn hearts yellow
i want to be
the one she calls
on her cigarette break
not the cause of it
~Saul Williams
fave. poem. ever.
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