The inhale seems to be daggers piercing my mind,
In what is an effort for superiority,
Over me, my body, my soul.
I have no control when it comes to,
Your sweet taste and your calming sensation.
I have no interest in quitting you,
Since you grasp on me is to tight,
That if I let go I would be hurting both me and you.
Hurting you would be the most painful,
Even though your killing me with every whiff, sniff.
Your vapor escapes my lips it stings, but I don't care there's nothing wrong with a little nicotine.
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Poems from the heart
PoetryThis is a book that will hold sad and depressing love poems that maybe relatable for some people.
