The Smell of a Cigarette

somethingdeep

Your body is left behind

You float above it, never looking back

 

There is no need for weight whilst you fly

There is no pain when dancing with stars

 

As colors fade you start to question if the sky has ever been that blue

As you fall back you know the feeling of freedom

 

Will this feeling be a forgotten memory?

Will you have to live with knowledge that painful?

  • Author: Jasmine (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2023 16:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: 21.4.23
  • Category: Unclassified
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