Cigarette, a poem |
Cigarette, a poem |
*torngemini* |
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CIGARETTE
06/05/06 I pulled out my cigarette Wishing I didn't have to do this So many times a day Such a bittersweet soothness to my mind I breathe in tainted air Remembering you were the air I used to breathe Ashes fall, scattering in the wind As I tap the sorrow away with trembling fingers Smoke lingers and fades Unlike this love, this pain that will never leave me As the cigarette reaches its bitter end I open my eyes Everytime I realize you're no longer here To see my cry |
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SOS Brigade!! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 2,573 Joined: Sep 2004 Member No: 47,775 ![]() |
Really lovely metaphors that you used here. Its amazing how they really relate with one another. Awesome job. Hope to see more of these kinds of poems. They just get to me =P.
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