Cigarettes burn my throat,
So that when I kiss you I can focus on the
Burning
I don't have to feel your lips on mine
When there is fire in my chest.
And
Cigarettes might cloud my lungs
But you,
You offer a far more dangerous fate,
So I'll stick by my lighter's side.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
