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Smoke Signals

The embers glow
Smoke rising into the night
How could something so wrong
Feel so right
But I will remember from now on
And in the middle of the night

 Cigarette lit as I sit on this bench
 I inhale my smoke
 And I exhale you as I choke

   There's a message that I'm sending
   But my smoke signals get no reply
   Reaching deaf ears and a blind eye
   No reply
   No reply

My fire burns
Replacing the darkness with light
It gives me hope to think of you
And that everythings alright
I know it's not
I can't win this fight

 Breathing out my smoke goes up
 Another message sent
 Another night and day is spent

   There's a message that I'm sending
   But my smoke signals get no reply
   Reaching deaf ears and a blind eye
   No reply
   No reply

My signals
With their message start to wane
So I make a wish on a star
Or passing plane
Maybe I was wrong but
I won't make this mistake again

 A tear rolls down as I look to the sky
 With smoke in my eyes
 These tears aren't for you
 You don't miss them like I do
   No reply
   No reply

You won't notice until they stop
When my last cigarette drops
As I crush it on the floor
And my foot is already out that door

Author notes

I don't smoke anymore but the idea is the same.  On nights like this, sitting on my bench at the park, I look back and I smile.
Written February 10th, 2005

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  • MoonHelixEpiphany
    March 18, 2005
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    The metaphors are truly original. I never thought smoking was like signals to the ones we love, that is like addiction for love kinda LOL

    My favorite part:
    "My signals
    With their message start to wane
    So I make a wish on a star
    Or passing plane
    Maybe I was wrong but
    I won't make this mistake again"

    Ouch truly ouch......So many people take us for granted and we take them for granted, it is an endless circle around fingers, smoke signals, and donuts, Geeee.......

    Anyhow,
    I liked,
    Decaf Boom de boom Clash...


  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    February 19, 2005
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    Don't know what you've got til it's gone... that is what that ending brings to mind. I love the imagery of the smoke, and I love even more that you no longer smoke. Great one here.

    ~whisper