the regret of the cigarette
as i hold on to yesterday.
too many nights messing with my head,
but still, in solitude i lay in bed.
i talk about more than i can swallow.
i take a deep breath, avoid the shallow
end of the pool of desired lies.
corrupted people tend to be the wise
ones you encounter on a daily basis.
i fell in love with so many places,
so many people and a cigarette.
broken emotions mean regret.