a month for a month, for our bodies to repair from the cigarettes. like a perfect blue sky, our lungs clear from the smoke scarred them. like falling rain, our fingers are cleaned from the stains of poison. like a fever breaking, our minds heal from the deceitful addiction.
Time softens.
A month for a month, For me to heal From the the time we were apart. Like a puzzle, my heart mends, putting back the shattered pieces. Like clouds after a storm, my mind clears emptying the lies that filled it. Like a quiet ocean, my soul is calmed from the waves shipwrecked me.