The night is as dark as my lungs,
From smoking all these plugs.
I call them plugs, they’re cigarettes,
But whatever, they’re just pests.
Not just to you, but to me too,
I’ve already tried to quit.
But in my mind I need them so,
They’re very hard to say “git!”
I’ve quit the bottle,
I’ve helped more friends,
I’m never one to yell.
But this is one thing I just can’t shake,
The nicotine keeps giving me hell!
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Shattered Phases
PoetryPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
