My cigarette burns at one end,
but we burnt at both.
We told lies and ill-advised "I love you's"
wishing to keep this alive.
Turn two smoking ends
into something that never dies.
And it never does,
for whenever I feel that burning in my heart
I find forever
in what once was.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
My cigarette burns at one end,
but we burnt at both.
We told lies and ill-advised "I love you's"
wishing to keep this alive.
Turn two smoking ends
into something that never dies.
And it never does,
for whenever I feel that burning in my heart
I find forever
in what once was.
