Disclaimer: I DON’T SMOKE. PLEASE DON’T SMOKE. IF YOU HAVE DEPRESSION TALK TO ADULTS WITHOUT HESITATION ELSE IT WILL KILL YOU. CIGARETTE IS METAPHOR FOR INSIGNIFICANT GRIEF.
My cigarettes have burnt my nights,
My envy for you has burnt my days,
I don’t know why I want your qualities,
But at the end I admire you.
My cigarette is glowing red,
Like the red Moon in the sky,
Alas! It sets to ashes,
When the red Sun arrives.
My admiration for you has grown,
My tree of envy has grown fruits of love,
I cherish the moments I argued with you,
I will smoke the cigarette till last.
I wished not to stay ahead of you,
Envy won’t let me stay behind,
I wished to walk beside you,
Holding your hands.
You’ve met lovers who want you,
You’ve met lovers who ask you with a ring,
“Be Mine!”, someone might have said,
But I want to “Become Yours!”
I don’t see your eyes,
Sadly, I will never see your face,
For my eyes are blinded with the light of your soul,
I fail to admire your smile.
Go away from me if you like,
I just want to see you grow,
I shall never ask you to stay near me,
If that helps you stay forever smiling.
Don’t worry about me,
I know you will never,
I am here smoking under the hemlock tree,
Call me if you need me, I’ll be there.
Not behind you,
Not in front of you,
But always beside you,
After throwing away my beloved cigarette.
For the smoke bothers you,