CigaretteSmokeAndSuicideNotesGather here for the story I'll tellOf love and loss and one mans hellThe trials he faced, and through it allHe watched things beloved crumble and fallOne girl he loved for years and yearsOne girl for whom he shed so many tearsOver all the time, after all he changedEverything he lost was everything she gainedUntil one day, she walked out the doorFor the last time, he could take no moreOne final poem, the last thing he wroteThrough the cigarette smoke and the suicide note...-----I woke one day to find her gone. Once again gone. She would come back, she always did. Until then all I could do was wait. That's what I'd done in the past. I suppose I should have taken the time to get some work done, but instead I flipped on the radio and lit a cigarette. After all I could always work when Brooke got home.-----Let me tell you a little bit about Brooke. Brooklyn Marie, the love of my life. We met about 6 months prior at one of those open mic nights at some café down on 6th
truthFor months the lies.The little things that will never matter.Building, growing, burning.Lie to cover lies.Deceive to keep from being deceived.Now the time has come to share the truth.Enough lies, enough deceit.Shed the light on all our lies.Love turns to lust, promises are broken.Blood is spilled, tears fall, as all is revealed.
new linesOld scars bleed anew.Running deeper this time.For just one moment the pain subsides.Replace that in my heart.With the blood running from my veins.Give back the "I love you's"Throw away the old notes.Burn the pictures and spread the ashes.Falling like a blanket of snowOver my old scarsWashed away to reveal... ...New lines...
say goodbyeall the liesall the tearscut the tiesafter yearsbreathe deeptake it inas you weepwhile i sinlove you seekcalm and pureim too weakto be your curetake it slowplease dont cryhere we goi say goodbye