The Simile
My heart burns like a cigarette.
It burns to show,
And it burns below.
My heart burns like a cigarette;
It does have a brighter side,
And a darker one to hide.
My heart burns like a cigarette;
It has that magical filter
Which parts good from bitter.
My heart burns like a cigarette;
It lights up like fire
By the winds of desire.
My heart burns like a cigarette;
In moments, ash is all I'm left with,
That's life, death, and that's the myth.
The heart burns like a cigarette.