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.