you don’t have to knowthat when i wake up and the light is lowwhen i glimpse at myself […]
morning
so it’s between you and cigarettesbut giving you up i’d rather not beable to breathe that’s how hard […]
stale coffe on my breath I can taste it But it tastes good like you and morning wood […]
It’s sickly breath if the stickiness is any attest to the heat of last night’s fuck fest But […]
it’s the morning after when sly regrets twirl around an inch from your nose greyish, tobacco scented a […]
It’s 4 am, that truly breaks me All my resolve just floats away Making room for the early […]
kaya vs. the world 