Veronica Sawyer Smokes
Oh my story is not the oldest of it's kind.I was too touched to see you clearly,far too young to realize I had loved so dearly you,whose world I had designed,but the sweet smoke came with mirrorsand it brought tears to my wide eyes.Dying just to see you...dying since I misconstrued your blue heart,black eyes, feigning falling, words I won't forget.I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette.
Oh I saw you every time I closed my eyes,in the Hughes film I had scored,produced and starred in, in my mind.I could recite you, well, I'd written every line...but you strayed far from my flawless scripton which I'd spent a lifetime!Falling over dead.Dying since I had misread your blue heart,black eyes, feigning falling, words I won't forget.I died right when I saw you while you shared that cigarette.