Smoke Poem by Bailey Burris
Smoke
I light my cigar.
With the feeling of you.
I am on fire.
For everything you do.
Every smoke shape comes out.
In the shape of your face.
Every breath I breath in,
And you’re all I can taste.
All I want now,
Is to be in your embrace.
To feel your sweet touch,
To touch your sweet face
But all I know now,
Is that it’s to late
You’re far to gone
To feel the same way
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