"you want me to put your cigarette out babe?"
she asks in a tired voice.
Silently screaming "Our glory days have passed!"
and it's questionable if there ever was an us.
Ashtray days piled high;
A reminder that time does indeed pass.
She hopes.
a shift in perspective
A poetry and photography blog by Elishia Candelaresi. All work is original and copyright.
"you want me to put your cigarette out babe?"
she asks in a tired voice.
Silently screaming "Our glory days have passed!"
and it's questionable if there ever was an us.
Ashtray days piled high;
A reminder that time does indeed pass.
She hopes.