Nicotine Dreams

Bad boy is my favourite kind of persona.
With a story of regret when it comes to love because he surely sucks at it.


Of dimmed lights, flickered a hope.
An empty bed, a lonely night to cope.
The cigarettes, his regrets.
The air it chokes, his mind rather his throat.
Of stills running wild, inside his thoughts.
Her touch, a little too much.
Her smile, oh he can't help but to smile!
Her lips, yes, he tasted it.
The heat, drips sweat down his naked torso.
To think she would come back,
To his arms, to his side, to his bed,
And walk back to his door,
But darling, there she goes.