Every sip burns this broken heart back again this dark night
then cigarette stitches up everything allright
that's the only way I know how to heal
As Whiskey - cigarette combination makes me feel.
The air I breath now will never be the same
Your fragrance is not faded and neither is your name.
Another sip, rips my heart open tonight
I have to light another cigarette to write this poem right
I was supposed to part the seas for you-
but you drowned
and I dived in to try and save you,
but i dint find you around.
and the only thing I found my lungs consumed with smoke
because I lost you, am nothing without you, bloke.
- Nachiket Tayshete
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