Cigarette Musings [ 3 ]

Thirty past nap time-

'But writing sounds better'.

Words are more like memories, now-

'I'll always love you'.

Letters start to blur together-

'They'll grow up knowing love'.

I hardly remember my rhythym, now-

'Your energy is so warm, today.'

[ Things change, over the years. ]

Thirty before nap time-

'Writing doesn't sound much better.'

Words are more like nightmares, now-

'I used to love you.'

Letters so crisp, they cut-

'We grew up seeing hate.'

I kind of remember the beat, now-

'You feel awfully cold, today.'