Smoking
well..this is a poem about my ex, who smokes and it pains me to see him kill himselfSmoke
Looks so pretty dancing in the air
But hurts so bad seeing it come from your lips
To see you torture your lungs
One Newport short soft cigarette at a time
But what if you could feel the same?
Watch the trickling blood ooze from my flesh
One small pencil sharpener razor at a time
What if i cut in front of you?
Peeled back skin to draw white flesh and crimson blood
Would you feel what i do?
Old habits die hard
Trust me i know
What if the deep dark lines and cuts multiplied?
Like the holes you burn in your lungs
What would you feel?
But don't feel bad
Continue to take your time as you TRY to quit
Just know that it affects me more than you think
Looks so pretty dancing in the air
But hurts so bad seeing it come from your lips
To see you torture your lungs
One Newport short soft cigarette at a time
But what if you could feel the same?
Watch the trickling blood ooze from my flesh
One small pencil sharpener razor at a time
What if i cut in front of you?
Peeled back skin to draw white flesh and crimson blood
Would you feel what i do?
Old habits die hard
Trust me i know
What if the deep dark lines and cuts multiplied?
Like the holes you burn in your lungs
What would you feel?
But don't feel bad
Continue to take your time as you TRY to quit
Just know that it affects me more than you think
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