Smoke - Chelle

I sit outside
Smoke fills my lungs
As I smoke my cigarette
I sit and think of you
We had fun times
When you were around
I take another drag
And I let it out
You keep invading my thoughts
Your eyes
As blue as they are
Searching into my soul
And your hair
How soft it is
Another drag
And it all dispapears
My mind fills with thoughts of love
The love that I wish I had
But it disappears
Like everything else.

Chelle - August 10 1994