May 23 was filled with joy overwhelming
June n July were sugar coating
Sept n Oct went lollypoping
November proved teeth aching
Dec came with sour tasting

The smoke is about to set.
In our palace of nicotine.
Its late and I need to bet.
To silence my darling queen.

But the morning will come to drift me away.
As I kiss your lips and our souls sway.
Dacing to the movement of the sea.
Because in the darkest our, you found me.

To live is to know that today is the last day of your life but understanding that it maybe for a slight possibilite not to be.