Tuesday, 15 May 2012

White Smoke

The way the cigarette rolls
Between your lips
As I see you lit the fire

It comes alive
It comes alive
A metaphor
For people think of it
As death

I used to snap a cigarette
Into pieces of two
I gave life to the cigarette
Though I did not in any way
Give my lungs the taste of it
You were angry at me

I see you lit up the cigarette
I see you are happy
Yes the metaphor of death
But when you fill your lungs with
The white smoke
You seem to be filled
In life

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