Up on my roof,
Watching the stars,
So bright,
I light a cigar,
I inhale these beautiful toxic fumes,
Watching it slowly burn,
Wanting to be able,
To take my past away,
The same way,
I exhale the fumes of the cigar,
As they mix with the air,
And slowly fade away
The same way,
The cigar turns to ashes,
And the ashes,
Fly away
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Up on my roof,
Watching the stars,
So bright,
I light a cigar,
I inhale these beautiful toxic fumes,
Watching it slowly burn,
Wanting to be able,
To take my past away,
The same way,
I exhale the fumes of the cigar,
As they mix with the air,
And slowly fade away
The same way,
The cigar turns to ashes,
And the ashes,
Fly away
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