Written by Cleo Carelse
The room is filled with the smoke of sighs.
As the white smoke danced from my lips elegantly.
I see why you like it.
How it burns the tip of your lips.
The metallic taste it leaves in my mouth for that one moment everything is a bliss,
And then I exhale the sigh of betrayal.
By the burning of the cigarette as I fall asleep,
The ash breaks it’s fall onto the floor,
And just when it does, I wake up wanting some more.
A dark halo imprinted around my eyes,
Like the coffee stain on the table pale and unfortunate,
All that was,
Just a little white lie.
Secrets is what keeps us close, right?
They live in our hearts,
Sleep in our minds
All hiding behind our pretty little eyes.
If you look hard enough you might just see a few slipping by of you and me.
I try to keep them quiet, but they haunt me at night.
But these full lips talk in their sleep,
These black coffee eyes burn when we meet.
I desperately want to spit it out.
You told me to lock it up.
Shove it deep down, let it sink within.
The truth is overrated, the lie protects.
Don’t say something you will later regret.
Now I’m left sitting in a room filled with sighs.
Each puff of smoke is a secret buried deep inside.
I have nothing to say but to be numb on the brain.
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