Smoke-Pit Memories

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Smoke-Pit Memories

Your love is a smoke-pit memory, 

hazy in my mind,

stale ash on grated park benches, 

a hard metal frame blocking out the light, 

Tomorrow would you come, 

a light for my smoky mind, 

an ashtray of scattered butts, 

and an itch that I just can't find...

Your heart is a Zippo burned roll, 

frayed, falling, fragments, 

all that's left is a grey powder soul,

the birds song sore from the smoke you blow,

Tomorrow would you come, 

a light for my smoky mind, 

an ashtray of scattered memories, 

and I just need out of this bind...

Your love is a smoke-pit nightmare, 

struggling to let go, 

memories of the could have been, 

Butt stands simply overflow, 

Tomorrow you have came, 

a switch i've finally found, 

so what am I now waiting for?

a smoke-pit memory now bound. 

Your heart is no longer my pack, 

I can now let you stay, 

memories are but parts of my goodbye, 

I can now walk away, 

Tomorrow you are here, 

and I am finally free, 

an old dusty metal frame, 

no longer can hold me. 

You are my heart's nicotine, 

so sweet and always wanted, 

but i have decided that for my health, 

I will quit for a past no longer haunted. 

Just a smoke-pit memory, poison between my lips...