What should I smoke today?
What shall I spark today?
Dancing beneath the skies
on a lonely Saturday night.
And even though I know
this is not the way it should have been,
I’m still standing by the same old lamp post,
by the times of the setting sun
when our voices could live on forever.
I find that your gaze
is colder than the winds
But your eyes are still a magical moonshine.
The smoke fogs our memories
and it takes me towards the light,
In its essence I realize
the stubborn essence of life.
Then sparks the second joint
Another memory blissfully dies.
~ R.I.P Memory :P ~
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