smoke

there's no fire but there's smoke

the smell doesn't choke but it  pleases

even as i stand behind you and poke

questioning  why you still do not cease

the answers are  always  the same

so i keep on asking,

                           but you twist the plot

and ask me  things you should not

like the reason for the bruises on my arms

why would you ask me such???

then look at me with your big beautiful brown eyes

and ask me if im okay..

even if i said no would you help?

                                            i doubt

                                            i am beyond redemption

                                            fallen to deep...

so i say i am fine, cause i am

and walk away to put on a mask

you are not to see beneath the surface

even if you see the scars on the surface

you are not suppose to care...

you are not...

there is no fire but there is smoke

the smell doesn't choke but it  pleases

even as i stand behind you and poke

questioning  why you still do not cease

the answers are  always  the same

so i keep on asking,

while watching the smoke