CIGARETTE LOVE

Oh the times that I wanted you so,
Oh the times I needed someplace to go.
Oh my love, you were the lighter to my cigarette and it burns,
Kiss was love, but sex would follow regret and it hurts..
Your seed now spreads like smoke within my womb,
To go on without you, I am lost with doom.
But there is no longer a sadness anymore because I have realized how very much I need you in my life bittersweet.
I miss having you around here, even when I remember the times you made me cry.
You made me cry, but its easy to forget that right now when I lay beneath you breathless without sound.
There is something in the silence, I already know that you know. And you wisper something in my ear, and you already know, you already know what I fear.
You are so strong, you hold up so much,
I am so helpless without your touch.
I cannot withstand being around without your embrace sugar sweetheart, I already lost something that you have found.
My ear rests against your heart, I hear its sound.
I have lost something that you have found.
I have lost the same girl you had found, I don’t know who I am anymore,
There is only place I need to go right now and im at you door.
I’d prefer to say I don’t need you, but I do.
All I need right now isn’t here, I need you.
I’ve thought this through and through again,
I want to restart the feeling you say came to an end, I need these feelings to mend.
I don’t want to forget the tender moments that we have already spent, im asking you if we could pick up where we left off and just go with it.
I’ve thrown you out the door one too many times, but get you bags and come back in because ready or not, I want love.
I’ve already accused you of so many lies, but I want love, I said I wouldn’t need you anymore, it was a bluff.
I need you like a cigarette needs fire
So many desires for you in my heart the flames stretch higher.
I said I didn’t love you, you know that I’m a liar.
You’ve left your cigarette burns on my wrists, first impressions  can’t be erased.
The first time you kissed me, I taste that same taste, you kissed me on your cigarette break.
Bittersweet, honey,  can’t we give this thing another try?
Realize it isn’t over until I have my retch my final word….
No it isn’t over until this cigarette no longer burns.