#cigatettes

And it was nice

1930s  Ad for Cigarettes

Will these cigarettes be Enough, To hold me back From this anger I feel Or will I slip, Fall and tumble down again. They seem to do the trick for Now, Keep me at bay But bad storms, Are rolling in On the horizon And I have yet to Prepare.

She looked at me and asked me a question I only knew this because of the inflection in her Voice But I heard no words, I sorta stood there I guess Not really knowing what to say, Searching those eyes of hers for a clue As to what she asked. With no resolve. That was the last I saw of her Or heard of her But every now and again I find her cigarette butts In the alleyways of this city With her initials on the end of the filter

Manager: when I was your age, I was smoking too hahaha