cigarettes remind me of winter
barely warm enough in the
scant amount of clothes i had
waiting outside
smoking
smoking in a garage instead of on a deck
trying to find some protection
from the winter wind
the ice that seams to attack us
in the breeze
cigarettes remind me of witer
desolate hearts
walking across icy paths
together but alone
slightly intoxicated by
stolen rum
slightly high by
purchased weed
smoking reminds me of winter
the dead of winter
when you're sleeping in strange homes
wanting only a hug
and cup of something warm
but all you have
is burning paper
burning tobacco
and the faint smell that something
isn't right.
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
ŞiirWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
