I’d be lying if I didn’t say I still throw my cigarette butts in the driveway.
They remind me of the stars we used to gaze at.
So maybe it’s not so much that I can’t throw them away as much as it is just liking having them close to home..
I quit smoking cigarettes so I needed something else to stand around outside doing. So far I’m not very good at it but it’s really put into perspective what a waste of money cigarettes are.
sometimes we mistake feeling alone with being lonely .
home is where the heart is, and
if you feel lost then you should look for yourself.
find out what makes you tick then you’ll never feel alone because you always have yourself.
I’m having trouble telling devotion from sacrifice.
I remember you told me loving me was like going to church.
Maybe that’s why every time I go it feels like you’re there.
I keep trying to find the meaning of all the things we talked about while smoking cigarettes.
Sometimes I’ll go through a pack just trying to decipher what was said.
“You make me more poetic“
Is still the one I have yet to solve and maybe that’s a good thing because, your smile to your lips have all returned to you.
But the moments our souls shared I’ll never sacrifice..
i pray that you understand that I am not weak when I cry but finally taking back what was always mine my smile how the songs, scents, and sunsets remind me of you because you all have one thing in common, only things to enjoy not keep I’m sorry if was blind to that before, so let me show you that I can see that now by letting you be free..
