What I smoke is out of pleasure,

The morning haze is down on the desert;

The smart feeling I get out of the attic that my house holds,
Which is on the top of the hill down the road;

I walk down the aisle and,
See the pretty face with that smile on it,

Calvin (Calvin and Hobbes)

Calvin (Calvin and Hobbes) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I feel surrounded by the waves of hurry,

As my heart beat increases to the brink of racing the spirits.

Frightened I ask her out,

My smoke’s fills the air out,
When she agreed;

Soon she could be seen smiling all around;

This was my story cut short,
I wanted to write a love story but remembered what a four series twilight had done so hard,
And hence, I just tell my love about for my cigarette and my girl,
Whom I think I impressed with a smoke filled cloud,

Or probably her smile led me smile my heart out, which she for sure caught and got hold of so strong.



  1. Sounds really realistic!
    Witty and entertaining and makes one smile! 🙂

    1. Thank you, it feels great if some one finds it smiling enough. 🙂

      1. would love to read more from you!
        you are welcome! 🙂

  2. Thank you so very much for liking my poetry. You are a VERY talented writer and I really like your style. Best wishes, Michael

  3. Thank you for the mention. You did a great job. I love reading your musings.

    1. Thanks I equally liked your post so thought to ping it.

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