She promised me
a snip of smoke
a wicked cool dream
and a happy ever after
but all I got was
a lot of hot air
a cold shoulder
and a forever goodbye.
—————[|||]—————
Tuesday Twiglet 258
~ a snip of smoke ~
———[||]———
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Scrambled, Not Fried 
that’s harsh…
💔
David
Me thinks thou needeth a better love life
🙂
(Cheers for the slight lengthening of winter daze.)
So harsh but great poem
Good one, Ron!