That Last Drag Of Her Cigarette
Our love was like a cigarette
The more we wanted to have each other
The more we led ourselves to the end of us.
And after every drag we feel lost
We wanted to have it all, only to realize it's no more.
How we exhausted something we ''loved the most''
That's the mystery everyone wants to solve.
That love becomes the addiction
Only to realize it's only harming us
Although the cigarette always remained the same
It's us who kept changing with the phase.
I knew we were about to fall apart.
This is the last time she is this near to me, touching me with love
Let's die together, I throw my ash on her body
I failed to grab her attention, she threw the packet away
Our love was thrown away, and I decided to keep quiet this time
I knew it is the final goodbye.
I am the last drag of her cigarette that she will remember the most
that will not be easy to let go
that will make her cry for no reason
she will be awake in the night, thinking of me.
I let her go to cure her soul from the cancer our love could produce
I am that last drag of her cigarette.
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