In the hot summer nights
On each puff of my cigar
I churn out your memories and
All the moments that we created
As I blow off in air
Your memories vanish as the
Smoke of my cigar
Making me relieved more
But yet burning my chest
And nearing me to death
But the moments spent together
Are more injurious than the cigar.


-The Ecstatic Pen

- The Ecstatic Pen