She smelt like cigarettes and roses
blooming and dying
Her eyes speaking depths of suffering
Yet looking at her, I\'m the one that\'s crying
She gazed at me with a look so tender
Her lips glistening under the falling bits of ember.
There was smoke drifting out her windowsill
I wondered if it was her cig
Or the affection she craved leaving her
As her life grew darker so did her lungs
Blood spew as she coughed
Yet she looked at me and laughed
\"love why aren\'t you crying\" I asked
She glossed over my question and her plump cheeks flushed with colour
\"it\'s because you\'re my lover, my tears will also make you suffer\" her gentle lips softly touched mine
She tasted of misery and warmth
I whispered
\"I hate myself for not being able to help you
But I\'ll always be there for what you\'re going through\"
With each puff the pain in her smile disappeared
But came closer to the thing I feared
Tobacco was stealing her away from me
But also her incessant melancholy
Smoke wafted through the room
And the sounds of machines flooded through
As she smiled, I cried
When she spoke truth, I lied, to myself
And finally when she lived, I died
Her warmth vanished from my life
Her giggles didn\'t wonder me around
It was silent, not a single sound
I stood by her resting place
Being tempted to give chase
But she never wanted that for me
Told me there was a world I should explore and see.
My love
She smelt like roses