The cigar

Words can not describe a strong feeling,
To overcome yourself is a real art.
You look me in love with a cigarette in my hand,
And it seems to me that I die.

I anticipate consolation at the hour,
When I'm still alone and alone,
Take away from the thick cigarette smoke,
Still, out of your sight, you will not forget.

And everything is mixed up in a mist of feelings,
I'm getting drunk to miss
The passion with which you inhale it,
And leave me to mourn.

I'm jealous of the lips that
They kiss another and shattered,
My heart touches my fingers then,
Who has grown up yet?

In the evening you lie to me innocent,
And I give you my love, morale,
Did he ask you at least once
Which of us do you love more?

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Much love - Krisii

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