Looking Through Stained Glass

Even As
 
These stolen moments wth you singe my lips
Even as I stand in the blaze of summer’s sweat
Even as I stand in the midst of winter’s onset
My need for you overrides my hardships
Caught in your haze, my resolve slips
As with each touch of you I love and regret
These stolen moments

Even as I know how your poison drips
Even as I know you'll be my death yet
I stand here and light up another cigarette
I pray each day I'll free of your grips
These stolen moments


smoking a cigarette

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