I have come for silence,
A soft breath interrupts, but it's only a memory,
A memory of a voice, A memory of touch,
I flick the ash before the flesh is burnt,
These burns could be healed by that touch,
soft like this wind, soft like this silence,
Soon there will only be ash,
Don't worry you can light another,
But the longing burns on,
The tears roll down,
The cigarette is out,
The love goes on.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
I have come for silence,
A soft breath interrupts, but it's only a memory,
A memory of a voice, A memory of touch,
I flick the ash before the flesh is burnt,
These burns could be healed by that touch,
soft like this wind, soft like this silence,
Soon there will only be ash,
Don't worry you can light another,
But the longing burns on,
The tears roll down,
The cigarette is out,
The love goes on.