Tonight there was no solace in my cigarette. One puff and I was done. I expect it would be much the same with you.
You bite like a peach. No sweetness. All honesty.
You will never be what I expect.
Always a toss of the dice.
Fate still to decide.
Perhaps there is a crossing in our stars. Or maybe it will always boil down to our drinking habits.
Perhaps you are not for me, peach.
Then again,
Perhaps you are.
