Complex Smoker

Pic taken from Oksana Vetova (facebook)

I am a big time smoker.

But you my love,

Why do you smoke?

Is it possessiveness?

or the need to grow up.

My mind deviates;

You sleeping with other guys

I know it’s kind of sad.

I trust you, not the smoke.

When you disappear

For the night sometimes.

You go out to the world,

It’s whore lotta trouble.

For you are like the smoke.

I am a male centred

I want freedom

Yet you stay with me close

When I am there to love,

Why do you smoke?

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