Cigarettes and Coffee

What a combination

Cigarettes and coffee

Now they say two different things cannot last forever

But these two show us how

Cigarettes and coffee

What divinity 

Isteni

Smoked a packet or two

Back in the days

Back in the

Days

The good days

A cold winter morning

With fog and smoke

Of course

And coffee

Burnt ash on the ground

Ground with cracks

Trying to hide

But little do they know

That

They look so pretty

Like the scars on a woman's face

Like the scars on 

A woman's

Breasts. 

Cigarettes and Coffee

So divine

Water droplets fall on my feet

Due to the wind

And the smoke stays within her lungs

And when it comes out of her mouth

People

Stare

Like they always do

The gray matches the winter mood so much

It's a moan

The kind of moan you hear 

While you make love

The kind of moan

Which makes moan

Moan

Coffee and Cigarettes

Are 

Isteni

And her lungs will explode one day

And that day will be when
She lets herself speak

Like she never did before

Cry tears of joy

Oh so divine

Oh so

Perfect

Cigarettes and Coffee

Another scar 

But not on her face

In her heart

Another scar

Another,

Cut.

Oh Isteni

Isteni is me.

I don't think so.

Because for me, 

Isteni is,

Cigarettes and Coffee.