Jaser
My fingers twitch against my legs.
don't give in to temptation.
The rink music that usually distracts me
from my nicotine obsession,
wasn't working.
It was all because of her.
I tried coming to the rink later,
but it seemed like she was always around...
Smiling,
Laughing,
her angelic voice like "doves in the wind."
She was complicatedly mesmerizing.
It took all of my will power
not to walk up to her
and declare my love...
I'm talking crazy,
I think I'm going through nicotine withdraw.
Crap!
She's skating in my direction,
and I have a lovesick grin on my face.
As she roles by,
the smell of her perfume
pollutes the air around me.
Oh to hell with it, I need a cigarette..
