Some wounds heal better than others
But the one you left cut deep and ugly
The sting of an abandoned habit lingers in my throat
As smoke fills my lungs to capacity
A smooth flavor that's safe
Fleeting bliss
A chagrined heart still beats true
Even when red is exchanged for blue
I pity the next and those before
May they go on to find what is more

a glow on her cheek

beautiful love songs
delicate like snowflakes
written from memories made and the ones to make
fall from her lips and decorate her eyes
anxious thoughts of no more goodbyes
she saves herself for the one she loves
hopes like birds flutter round above
their paths a habit formed
by the frequency flown
these hopes are what sustain her
when the days wane slow and long
but soon enough i know she'll be
in those arms where she belongs