she had to get away

[beanpoophead]

It’s almost midnight
its spring now - almost summer
the days have grown longer
and my passion for life still lingers
past my open windows
and the cigarettes I smoke on my balcony
exhaling and watching the smoke curl
and blow away like the lives I’ve left

the pleasures of being innocent
didn’t even leave me that long ago
I can count each moment
on the fingertips I’ve had since I was born
I even remember the exact moment
where booze and pills and sex took over
the little girl - blue eyes and pale face
swirled - mixed with blood - down my drain
she couldn’t help it
she just had to get away

 

[yakksoho]

Something sweet and nostalgic in this really piques me

the days have grown longer
and my passion for life still lingers
past my open windows
and the cigarettes I smoke on my balcony

This imagery and the repetition of sound give a wonderful feeling.
And I think that regardless of who we are, everyone can identify at least a little with what you are saying.