@Aishashah
The Pain
The pain of disloyalty is Still shinning in my chest Like the eyes of hounds Shine while being full of lust Love and thirst That spear of your cunning smile Still present in my soul's crust Let me be free Let my brain burst Burst into pieces Tiny little pieces Let me travel This world is big, it's so vast Let me go through every unseen Road, streets and sidewalks So I can find, can search for myself Yes! Somewhere, in this world Of materialism I am lost Let me light up another Cigarette Let me soar with its smoke Let me exhale all of the regrets I don't know where I am Where I want to be Let me forget the rest Let me take another puff So I can forget ~ The pain of that disloyalty is Still shinning in my chest ~
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I am not sure who's words I read, I do not like smokers and walking through streets wouldn't help me to find me but this is worth to be read. 👍🍀 @heartbeat1515
This reminds me of my old days where smoking helps me to feel free though the truth it is not. I agree with you that it is worth the read. If I did not get the interpretation wrong, this poet deserves someone better than the materialistic one.
You know that cigarette lit... You hardly find it back in books or stories with us these days. It's an abandoned habit, smoking.
After it lit then it is finished. I'm glad I stopped years ago.