Cigarette Day

She wears tomorrow like a halo
A cloudy cigarette day, conceals her hair
Weaving together a shawl of loose lines from here to there
Composing just the right tone for an armada of calls;
"But first things first alright, and what about that cup of coffee?"
The doctor swears she is the sanest person alive
Wants to wean her from the Xanax, *Heaven's sacramental pill*
While someone close as faraway 
Writes poems you have to read to believe
On a cloudy cigarette day
Will her poet wear his heart on his sleeve.....

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Written on 2014-05-17 at 00:18

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I think that her poet does, and always will :)

Nabeela Altaf
Your style is brilliant, sketching the whole picture in the readers mind.
You should perform it somewhere.