Smoke

A longing drag from my last smoke

The guilt it lingers here

A falling star the ashes fade

Finds silence in mine ears

I wish I had not strayed from love

I want it now reborn

Alas, too late, your soul insists

The final rest of love we both do mourn

If I hadn't made the experiment

When one drag led to the next

It now owns my blood and body with a hint,

Of nothing left except

Advice from Mom and those who’ve died

A cancerous rotten death

I’ll quit one day, at least I’ll try

To find a non-polluted breath

Once I have, will you love me?

For all my vastly worth

If not, I won’t then hesitate

To smoke six feet in the earth

For if I had to choose between the two

Your love or my next drag

Laid to rest in dirt all through and through

Of this I’ll never lag

Your love is second next to none

Your love my heart beats for

Although a smoke is not as good

I’ll smoke until I hit the floor

And when I’m dead I’ll smoke one more