02-21-2016, 04:48 AM
Original
I remember her, the older girl
with plated, bronze skin.
After we made love one lonely afternoon,
she started talking about my soul,
how it was like a box of niceness, tied
with frightened pieces of cotton string.
Later, she asked me for a cigarette.
I rolled my eyes, Only for stupid folks.
She replied maybe it was time I started.
Been smoking a pack a day
with thin lips ever since.
New Version
I remember her plated, bronze skin.
And when she talked about my soul,
how it was like a box of niceness, tied
with frightened pieces of cotton string.
She was naked and asked me for a cigarette,
like we were in a sexy movie from the '70's.
"Only for stupid folks," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Maybe it's time you started," she replied.
Been smoking a pack-a-day Old Golds
with thin lips ever since.
I remember her, the older girl
with plated, bronze skin.
After we made love one lonely afternoon,
she started talking about my soul,
how it was like a box of niceness, tied
with frightened pieces of cotton string.
Later, she asked me for a cigarette.
I rolled my eyes, Only for stupid folks.
She replied maybe it was time I started.
Been smoking a pack a day
with thin lips ever since.
New Version
I remember her plated, bronze skin.
And when she talked about my soul,
how it was like a box of niceness, tied
with frightened pieces of cotton string.
She was naked and asked me for a cigarette,
like we were in a sexy movie from the '70's.
"Only for stupid folks," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Maybe it's time you started," she replied.
Been smoking a pack-a-day Old Golds
with thin lips ever since.