Last night I was conversing
with my cigarette
I felt tired,
Tired, bored,and so empty
That sometimes I even think that I don't even exist.
That sometimes I even think that I’m not even missed.
I lit it on so slowly.
Then I took a deep pull
And looking at the smoke
That was volatilized in space.
First thing I could remember was that I been a fool.
While I smoked it with Grace .
I remember so many things
that I thought I’d forgotten about.
I told it my feelings without a doubt.
I talked to it about you and all of my longings
I told him about our hopes and our dreams
And of all your tauntings
of my so many tears
Those of which I lived
And today it has become nothing
Especially some I can’t forgive.
I told him it might be possible
that no one even loves me
because I intended to
live my way and my way only
because I have refused
to pay the tribute to the
Wickedness of sin.
That this world demands of us since the beginning
that maybe I'm finished
or that life has defeated me.
that I have suffered and I have cried
that I have fought and pleaded
and that’s what I have won
for being so understanding.
just living desperately
in a world so empty.
Last night I was conversing
with my cigarette
And when I finished it
I was left deeply thinking .
In between each pull.
I wondered will this ever end.
My cigarette becomes
my only friend.
I remember so many things
that I thought I’d forgotten about.
I told it my feelings without a doubt.
I talked to it about you and all of my longings
I told him about our hopes and our dreams
And of all your tauntings
of my so many tears
Those of which I lived
And today it has become nothing
Especially some I can’t forgive.
I told him it might be possible
that no one even loves me
because I intended to
live my way and my way only.
Last night I was conversing
with my cigarette
And when I finished it
I was left deeply thinking .
In between each pull.
I wondered will this ever end.
My cigarette becomes
my only friend.
