Monday, 28 December 2009

A Tale of Three Cigarettes

We breathe the same breath, but the air is so different.
Mine heavy with unconcern. Hers, lithe and hopeful.

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"He knows why you went for me, in truth.
I, something new for your something blue.
The perfect time and place, the perfect start
the perfect way to mend a broken heart.

So he takes your excuses, and he wraps a cocoon
Of bitter acquiescence, or the part of a fool.
But all of it is yours, so take what you will
No matter if his heart breaks, or tears spill."