Off-white, such a pretty colour; you are
A weathered face would suit such a shade.
Smoke in my lungs refuses to move as
It is whispering with me, the instigation.
You were gorgeous in the evening haze, but
So was the hate that dripped from my soles.
Breaking the silhouette around us, you are saying,
"Don't try to understand a breath so simple;
It will leave you for dead in the morning."
Too shy to tell you I recognised these notions.
It is the reason I seek those who do not smile.
