Monday, 7 April 2014

Smoke





I find distraction in breathing..
can't focus
Is it the oxygen i'm breathing
Or you that i'm inhaling?
Somehow it's weird,
Broke into my system
I called my self a victim.


In cold nights, I find in your palms warmth
In wrong turns, I find you sum up all rights
In the darkest dreams, all I see is you & some lights.




Reema


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