I passed by at five-thirty in
the morning
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Outside your window to
smell you a bit
All I sniffed was the
cigarette smoke
Coming out from your
white window
I took a U-turn again
Couldn't knock your door
Decided to leave you in Ecstacy
inhaling the scent from your cigarette
Crossing your block,
my eyes turned wet
No, I wasn’t crying, I choked off the smoke
Hey Love!
Why don’t you love me?
Why don't you spoil me?
Like you are spoilt, by that cigarette?
Every step I took
I thought, why couldn’t
you materialize those rings
I want no more the circles of smoke,
but a ring slipped in my left finger
I stopped by a dreamy
peach fence
Beheld a couple
lost in each other, sipping their morning tea
My heart skipped a
beat,
Dreaming why won’t you
kiss me?
Like you stick mouth
to your cigarette?
Conquering my head, are
these wild thoughts
Open your eyes once,
look through the
cloud of smoke
I was there, I am
there and I ‘ll be there
Hey Love!
You go back to your cigarette every time
you quit it a thousand times,
for not more than a minute though
But tossed me away, like the leftover ash
think of me, as your cigarette
would you not come back?
just once more?
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