I take a hit of a cigarette but see no smoke.
I know it's lit; I can see the cherry red ember reflecting in your crystal blue eyes with every drag I take.
You keep smiling at me as if I just cracked a joke.
Although its beautiful,
I cannot fall for that sinister look.
Now you're telling me that you need to feel whole.
Grabbing at my hands as if I was about to let go.
And you can see it reflecting in my eyes
That I wanted so badly
to kiss your lips.
I take another hit and see no smoke.
Could this be a dream
or something so much worse?
Trying to get creative I guess.