Cig-Scented Vanilla Poem by Jeremy Willson

Cig-Scented Vanilla



I buy the candles that remind me of your scent
The smoke when burnt out reminds me of a cigarette
We shared, like always we shared
Those glances,
And second chances,
Third times the charm wasn't working under the circumstances
So like the candle, it ended once the cigarette was finished

Monday, November 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: cigarettes,life,love,love and dreams,love and friendship,love and life,scent,second chance love,sharing
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