SmokeA Poem by Heidi BostonSmoke flows gracefully in the space between us. I wish now I could be like that smoke. To have no problem flowing. Moving thoughtlessly. Comfortable in any space. The sun and the moon making no difference. Feeling free of judgment. It fills the tense air between me and you perfectly. The awkward moments. Not quite sure what to say. If words are even necessary? I'm just so unsure. Then I feel his rough hand touch mine. A slight glance. The smoke passed from my lips to his. Even then the smoke moves past us through the dark room unhindered. Over thinking moments again. It was tedious. Why couldn't I be like the smoke? Free from my thoughts living in moments. © 2013 Heidi BostonAuthor's Note
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Added on March 10, 2013Last Updated on March 10, 2013 AuthorHeidi BostonBel Air, MDAboutI'm heidi, and i really love writing all though my creative writing teacher gave me a D lol Well I haven't given up and am open to any sort of critisisum u can give me :) thankss more..Writing
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