tomorrow i'll think of you.
whenever the smoke erupts from my nostrils,
i'll think of your long blonde hair cascading over your shoulders.
the way your smile would light up whenever anyone mentioned ***.
you always did have a certain way of getting addicted to anything
that could cause you harm.
i guess that's why i loved you so much.
i'll blow out the fumes that ignited your bright eyes so well.
this isn't a plea for you to get high with me,
but i wouldn't mind you taking a drag or two.