Cigarettes and Cherry Coke

August 25, 2008
By athen239 SILVER, Stony Brook, New York
athen239 SILVER, Stony Brook, New York
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I never knew why he smoked
Why on earth
he refused to cut his hair
He couldn't stop trimming his fingernails

A penny was his biggest finding
I told him that was because he was poor

He lit a match and told me the flame was life
I accused him of being a pyromaniac

He told me that black cherry soda was an american delicacy
I informed him that he lacked sophistication for better taste

He told me the roundness of a bottle cap proved the existance of infinity
I shot back that we were all on a straight path to demise

The day he said he loved me
I called him a freak
He died that day either from cigarettes or heart break
Leaving me the essence of his soul

What's a girl to do?

The author's comments:
totally not sure about the last line. i orginally presented this piece ending with
"leaving me the essence of his soul" and the new phrase came out of re writing this at nearly 1 o'clock in the morning.

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