I feel the craving
as the smoke fills the room;
it brings me back to January nights;
nights of foggy perception.
and as the smoke climbs into my lungs
it brings me back to
nights with you.
You lit the fire
close to my face
and took
the pain away,
but not long before
you brought it back
again.
I long to taste the sweet smoke
and erase you from my memory.
erase everything,
just for a moment.
I long
for zen
for everything to be okay
again.
I hope I remember to forget,
I hope to forget I remember.
All the bad,
all the good.
Inhale,
hold it in,
and breath you out.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
I feel the craving
as the smoke fills the room;
it brings me back to January nights;
nights of foggy perception.
and as the smoke climbs into my lungs
it brings me back to
nights with you.
You lit the fire
close to my face
and took
the pain away,
but not long before
you brought it back
again.
I long to taste the sweet smoke
and erase you from my memory.
erase everything,
just for a moment.
I long
for zen
for everything to be okay
again.
I hope I remember to forget,
I hope to forget I remember.
All the bad,
all the good.
Inhale,
hold it in,
and breath you out.
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