Each puff, I wince
As I know what it means:
Someday soon, you'll go.
Each puff, you know,
But you can't help it:
You just have to blow that smoke.
One day, I'll pick up the phone:
It's okay Daddy,
I'll be prepared.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
PoetryA collection of my own poetry. Hope you enjoy! By having Metamorphosis as my title, I don't want to sound like a snooty snob who only uses fancy words: because it isn't who I am. The title felt like the appropriate name as, if you read my bio, I've...
