Smoke Dreams

A smoke I suck and puff on grey,

The colour they call fading away.

When did I learn to enjoy the burn.

A cigarette for imagined regrets.

“And if you’re in love you’re the lucky one

because most of us are breathing through corrupted lungs.” (


Daughter)

I ask my marred memory to wake up and smell the sky.

I ask my regrets not to fade from grey but see the beauty in the rain.

And I will find myself.

Take your fires away but leave me the warmth to shield me in the darkness.

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