do we have to die in order to have lived

and today as we passed by
the little stone steps to our house
(it's no longer a home - just a pitiful dome)
and all the little turns
we had to make just to get there
i realized all of them were left
and i remember thinking quickly
as the turns passed us by
is this why we always fight
because we are always left
and never right
(n.n.)

cig by cig
              i am
                     taking
                             my life away

           one cig at a time
one pulse at a time

so long souvenirs
useless memories
/ red /scars and bruises

you say you're not beautiful
but there's beauty in you
in every single one of your gesture darling
the way you inhale
and exhale
like the quiet wind making his way between the weak long trees of our small garden
there's beauty everywhere
in everything
but most importantly
there's beauty in you /darling/