I still smoke,
the difference between you and this cigarette
is if I crave for a smoke,
I can just reach my pocket, light a match and
allow the nicotine to flow in my system
But for you
I can't reach you from my contacts
the spark between us burnt out years ago
and like the ashes of a burnt tobacco,
places we've been to are now like the ashtrays
holding the memories of our love
that I still quietly visit
for a quick smoke.
Yet what's similar between you and this cigarette
is too much
can be the death of me
and thinking of you hasn't me allowed to eat or sleep
but just looking for a smoke
that makes me feel the same high
I felt every time you're around.
I held the cigarette more than your hand
the only vice that gives a high same as your kisses can
but without you here, only the cigarette remained
and hoping every cig I smoke
helps me to let my feelings fade.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 6:00 AM UTC
I still smoke,
the difference between you and this cigarette
is if I crave for a smoke,
I can just reach my pocket, light a match and
allow the nicotine to flow in my system
But for you
I can't reach you from my contacts
the spark between us burnt out years ago
and like the ashes of a burnt tobacco,
places we've been to are now like the ashtrays
holding the memories of our love
that I still quietly visit
for a quick smoke.
Yet what's similar between you and this cigarette
is too much
can be the death of me
and thinking of you hasn't me allowed to eat or sleep
but just looking for a smoke
that makes me feel the same high
I felt every time you're around.
I held the cigarette more than your hand
the only vice that gives a high same as your kisses can
but without you here, only the cigarette remained
and hoping every cig I smoke
helps me to let my feelings fade.
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