Cigarette Nights.

It always starts this way,

Recurring visions of cigarette scent

tainting the air in the living room

We sat on the ancient couch,

breathing smoke till we calmed down

Feelings were slow to develop

but our impatient minds paid no heed

Between saccharine lies and hypnotic

melodies, the lines got blurred

Were we fools to let it fade?

I was floating, barely functional

with a sick, lovelorn sleepy gaze

but your kisses had a drowning effect

and thus I was back into the ocean

holding on to you as you carried me

I was young and you were perfect

With match boxes and smoke sticks

we built up a new world, just ours

The cigarette burned out in the end

and the only thing left were ashes

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