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,

who's world I had designed,

but the sweet smoke came with mirrors

and 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 script

on 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.