memories of you slowly dissipate....
like smoke from my cigarette
everytime the asshes fall
another vision floats away
should I let them burn out slowly
in my ashtray with the cracks in it
or do I take a puff or two
and breathe in the last thoughts I'll have of you?
Inhaling turns you into the cancer in my lungs..
that I wont know about for some time.
Yet a constant reminder that you existed
that you existed, and are still here with me
always
like smoke from my cigarette
everytime the asshes fall
another vision floats away
should I let them burn out slowly
in my ashtray with the cracks in it
or do I take a puff or two
and breathe in the last thoughts I'll have of you?
Inhaling turns you into the cancer in my lungs..
that I wont know about for some time.
Yet a constant reminder that you existed
that you existed, and are still here with me
always
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