As the gray gas fills the secluded car,
I turn away not wanting to face the smokey truth.
The red tip of the cigarette glew like a smokey fireball.
But as soon as he stumbled into the illuminated car I slip my boots on,shielding my eyes.
Not wanting to face him.
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Poems,a Collection
PoetryThese are self written poems. I finally decided to share them with people, hope you like them!Enjoy! DISCRETION!! Some of these poems are sad and likely to be somewhat depressing, on that note ENJOY! !
