Smoke me out of my heart,
When my breathing stops
I'm sure... you care
In my house or out the door
When the cigarette glows
I'm sure... to your lips they swear
Suck the bud all night and day
When my death bed comes
I'm sure... your tears are rare
Carbon Dioxide escapes your lungs
When my funeral comes
I'm sure... the orange butt did glare
My best friend's cousin died last year because her boyfriend kept smoking around her even though she had asthma. The whole idea got me so vex so I wrote a poem
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Midnight Writings
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
