he says she can read through a person's eyes .
I wonder ifhe sees through mine ?

Leaving the sorrow , the pain , the wounds , the heartache and tears I've only shed yesterday .
Would he be able to see the lust or what they call love ?

I know my eyes will look away when he looks into them ,
My heart beats will race ,
And my blood will rush through my veins ,
But will he still be able to tell ?
Or will I be able to tell?

Last night ,
I smoked my first cigarette .
like a newborn holding his first milk bottle ,
I didn't know how to hold it right.

I did it in hopes to forget ,
erase the memories ,
burn them
by filling my lungs with smoke
just the way you breathed your love into me.

As I let the fumes escape through my lips,
an illusion of you formed in front of me .
but soon the smoke scatters to air.

I thought I smoked your memory away ,
but  I left with a smell that will remind me
of my failing attempts .

Like an ocean wave
She approaches and leaves
Her stay never fulfills my crave
when she's gone
I know it won't be long
Cause like the wave
she approaches and leaves .