The grey mist,
It drifts,
Around me lazily.
As if it has
Not a care in the world
Beyond what it is already doing.
With a cigarette to my lips
And a match in my hand
The smoke clouds my vision
And hides my face
From those around me.
Just a cute lil' silly poem about everyone's favorite cop. I just thought
it was weird for someone like Saitou- to smoke. Think about it. could you
picture him craving for a cigarette?? __ Lol, it's weird if you ask me.
So I wrote this lil' piece for fun one evening. It's one of 10 poems I
wrote in one night. XD
I'd love feedback! ^_^