Cancer (of love) She smiled at me and walked away,
She could not hear my beating heart,
And then she stopped and lit her cigarette
And smoked my dreams away...
Like a dying firefly on her lips ,
She drew that final draft from it,
And then she rolled the slender butt away
To litter with them the street...
But I'm glued to her, inside of her,
The lasting part of me that kills;
She walks away, but she carries me still
In the rising tide of her desires...
Far away her feet will go from me,
To places and people unknown,
And her promises like leaves in the wind
Will fall when summer is gone...
When her heart tires of life
When her soul searches for peace
When she takes that final gasp of breath
Dying, she will be one with me...
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