Saturday, September 02, 2006
smoke gets in your eyes.
it reeks the sweetness of apple
let yourself sink in paradise
and amongst the clouds, we fall.
pass the tube around
be deaf and oblivious to the sound
of people speaking incomprehensibly
focus on the white puffs floating free.
somehow i've always known
good things never last..
after tasting the sweetness from your lips
in comes the bitterness from its tips.
the smoke is still there
with the flavor vanishing
now all i'll do is stare
at your white ghost disappearing
into thin air.
-our
love story ;
