"I noticed that the cigarette smoke has colors of slight purple and yellow"
When I got home,
went back to my room,
and opened the door,
the atmosphere was turning
somewhat white.
I knew why.
Who supposed to be waiting
for me, never turned
around to say
hello to me;
he was surrounded
by smoke.
I love him.
And I thought he did,
too.
And
I'm not wrong at all,
I guess.
I had to cough
all the time to stay
near by him,
and I hated it; however I
couldn't quit it.
I lied down next to him.
Coz he'll never
respond to my words,
I have to feel like I'm not
there; all I could do
was to watch the ribbons of smoke
disappearing in the air.
I buried my face into his back.
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Maybe, only one thing I wanna say is,
I'm fed up with damn cigarette smoke. :(
