Half Smoked Cigarette
She is my last half-smoked cigarette
that taste is still on my lips.
With each puff
she took few moments of my life.
Smoke of her memory
still covers my body and soul
like mist.
My existence is scattered
like the ash
dazed and doomed
It will never be the same again.
as it was once.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Half Smoked Cigarette
She is my last half-smoked cigarette
that taste is still on my lips.
With each puff
she took few moments of my life.
Smoke of her memory
still covers my body and soul
like mist.
My existence is scattered
like the ash
dazed and doomed
It will never be the same again.
as it was once.
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