Beauty is the weaning movements of the young moon,
beauty is the dying embers of the burning sun,
beauty is the going back of the white-feathers clouds,
beauty is the farewell of the rain in the sky,
beauty is the fall of the yellow leaves,
beauty is the drooping of the flowers,
beauty is everything that smiles,
beauty lies in you and me too,
if we respect it,
if we care it,
if we love it,
if we are sympathetic towards its lost lustre.

now I realize why I smoke my cigarettes
because they taste like your mouth.
the nicotine courses through my veins
reminding me of your electric touch
making my body go numb
and my mind buzz.
these thoughts I can no longer ignore while inhaling the devil smoke into my charcoal lungs.
wishing I could forget how to inhale
because it only reminds me that
every breath is closer
to my last.