Just Another Cigarette

Just another cigarette in the great ashtray of life –
Never thought that such a love could lead to so much strife.
You sparked my passion, lit my flame and took my breath away,
Then stubbed my heart out on the floor, yet still you make me pay.

How did I fail to see the way you stole into my mind?
Infatuation blinded to demerits of my find.
So now I feel my passion spent, emotions waste away,
And yet I know my need for you grows stronger every day.

Gotta fight this cancer inside me,
Though I long for your nicotine high;
You clogged my lungs and stopped my heart
Yet still for you I’d die,
For just another cigarette.

I need to hold you to my lips, addicted to your drug.
My god, I walked into this trap – I must have been a mug;
A fool for you, a fool for love, a fool who never learns,
A fool who fell into your fires, destined then to burn.

Gotta fight this cancer inside me,
Though I long for your nicotine high;
You clogged my lungs and stopped my heart
Yet still for you I’d die,
For just another cigarette.

You should carry a health warning:
‘Causes Heart Disease’
Once you touched my lips, I was in your grasp
And you brought me to my knees.

Another smouldering pile of ash, consumed by love’s sweet flame;
I knew the risks from the very start – got no-one else to blame.
I craved to feel your high although I knew that I must fall;
Better to have never loved than loved and lost it all.

Can’t fight this cancer inside me,
For I long your nicotine high;
You clogged my lungs and stopped my heart
Yet still I know I’d die
For just another cigarette.

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About Fles

Early middle-aged (oh yes I am!), no longer long-haired but still speccy and decidedly still an increasingly opinionated git. I’m basically a believer in individualism, that everybody has their own perspective and inner-beauty. I try to find humour in every situation. I enjoy reading and writing poetry.
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12 Responses to Just Another Cigarette

  1. kalabalu says:

    burns down myself to ashes..and burns down lives..they did put a notice..about the poison that was inside

  2. kalabalu says:

    Reblogged this on My Blog impostor in me and commented:
    its always like life…burns and ends in ashes

  3. veraersilia says:

    Very well written. Any woman with a heart of straw would gladly be that cigarette and burn to ashes in your hands. Other women with steady hearts of compassion would hand you one slowly, one at a time and fewer, still slower, still fewer, until the smoke does not get in your eyes anymore …

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