"I think
All our lungs
Are a little gray
As we have
Inhaled toxic people
And they have made a home in our lungs
And taught us how to hate ourselves
Taught us how
To slowly
Kill ourselves
And it's not until
We exhale you that one last time
We realize
You were never welcomed here
And although
The damage
May be done
You will only ever be
Remembered
As
Cigarette smoke"
-m.n.
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
