-------------------------------------
my most prized possession
is a cigarette lighter.
it's old as my sins;
and empty as my soul;
dirty as my mind;
and useless as my whole self.
but when I look at it
I get all warm inside
because I remember the way I used to feel
when I was watching you light up your cigarette
then mine
and your breath was cold in the night;
and you smiled even though you felt like crying;
and the days were hard;
and the nights were long.
all was well
and all was not.
we wanted everything
and needed nothing.
our eyes were heavy
as well as our souls.
we carried a planet of regret on our shoulders
and a sun of sorrow in our hearts.
we thought we needed each other
but I'm not sure anymore.
I wish I knew more back then
but I wouldn't change a thing.
now go on
light up your cigarette
with my old cigarette lighter,
covered up with rust
just like my hands and my dreams.
you were perfect
and still are.
my most prized possession
is a cigarette lighter
and all the memories of you.
-------------------------------------
V.
Няма коментари:
Публикуване на коментар