Love Last As Long As a Cigarette

to leave the eyes that I haven’t seen in a long time it's sort of a mirror there where I left myself a few moments thinking it could weigh as much as love (I don’t recognise today the definition of the Compromisers). I was told that the way through the waters it looks the same as a poem written by him during the break between classes time stretched on the torn sheet in a hurry, from a shredder the ink rested over the letters was rolling through the tobacco leaves your name falling through your fingers the same as when I was trying to drive through the water the many I smoke all illusion was falling to ashes when thinking that was the last cigarette from the package of life It went out.