The Smell of Dead Roses, Stays…

Your former lover is a bitter bile memory,
As you listen to chillout Jazz in the dark.

Sometimes tears spills from your eyes.
As you wonder
When,
You went wrong

Click a lighter to the
Dried leaves in your mouth.
Ambience mixes with alcohol.

Washed out rain water skies
Remind you to put the chain on the door.
You don’t want it
To blow open.

You’ll be staying inside tonight.

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