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.
Scars are healed in the hands of time.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
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.
Scars are healed in the hands of time.