Heated wisps of words: affection
On the wings of smoke angels.
Harsh, but of no relevance.
Those of any fate only come along
Every other once in awhile.
You knew when you breathed her air
That you never could forget her.
Somber in the most reckless of ways,
Dying to reach out and take a stab at it.
Joyful parodies of careless calamities.
Then you’ll see, that when it comes to me
Baby, all eyes are on you.
I breathed you back into my world
Every other broken breath that I took:
Willow-wisps of pure clarity.
All those drugs, and all along, who knew
That in the end, it’d be you I was addicted to.
It’s a somewhat fickle Irony
That after all those pristine memories
We were never really meant to be.
Still you never could forget her.
I followed trails left in the sky,
A floating mural of hard times.
We could watch the earth spin round
From beyond its gravity.
The stars could take us,
And make us into masterpieces.
And the wind will blow
Scattered fragments of fantasy
Across the purple opium sky.
Acidic rain, its lick and stick.
Let that uncertainty in all its glory,
Put a soft glove over pessimisms mouth.
Just once, just this once
Lets let hope take its rightful place
On this throne of sanity.
But faith is just a temporary remedy,
For problems with insatiable recipes,
And false cures for personal disillusionment.
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Submission Name: Ember Smoke
