In the silence of the night,
I light my cigarette with a weary sight.
The moon shines bright,
But my heart is filled with a lonely plight.
The smoke curls up and disappears,
Just like the love that brought me tears.
The cigarette burns low,
As I remember how you let me go.
The moon watches over me,
As I drown in my own misery.
I inhale deep and exhale slow,
Wondering how I let my love for you grow.
But now I sit here all alone,
My heart shattered and turned to stone.
The cigarette goes out,
As I lay on my bed with a silent pout.
The moon still shines,
But my heart no longer intertwines.
For I am alone with only my sorrow,
And a cigarette as my only tomorrow.
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