Amo/C10H14N2

A favorite piece of mine that I wrote on NYD around 6:45 AM. The person that this is about is no longer with me, but I think they should know that there was once a good time before all the bad hit.

There is something poetic about being with you
On the eve of the New Year
Holding a cigarette in one hand and the other holding mine
Love and death coincide and I can feel my circuits turn

We share death’s kiss as nicotine passes through our perched lips
You could care less about the crowd
The 10 degree weather couldn’t possibly break this moment

Two lovers and a cigarette
The clock strikes 12 and we know what this means
Our pacts been sealed