Love like a cigarette burns,
To ashes my heart turns.
With time the flame dies,
Stubbed out on an ashtray love lies.
Wounds black and grey spattered,
Pieces of my ashen heart scattered.
Stifling pain hangs dense in air,
Passion freezes into a meaningless stare.
I try hard to make sense of what lies before me,
But smoke and only smoke fills eternity.
Like a cruel heart I kick dead dogs,
And put to fire lifeless hopes.
Caught between knowing and not knowing I gradually perish,
Like smoke I hang mysteriously in air and vanish.
Another day ends just like the last one,
Another cigarette burns just like the last burn.
don't let your heart burn,
ReplyDeleteor the love to ashes turn...
too precious potency it exhibits,
far denser than the smoke.
numbness that unnerves you,
and the blankness that beholds you...
is to dark to understand...
O heart! so cruel can't be,
Love the notion 'the love',my Love!
spent energy and spent emotions ,
can not be simply ashed...
for the who doesnt understand-its ashes,
but the one who burns along,
values tenderness n this poetic stance!
Duhhhuuuuudddeeeee..... I have never known love like this.... Duuhhhhhhuuuuuuudeeeeee!!!!
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