Smokey room, clouded mind.
I see you through these bloodshot eyes.
You say you're sick,
Well so am I.
What else is there to clarify?
I was there the day you died.
The night you chose to testify
Your addiction to rule your life.
You think your friends love you?
Do they really care?
If you stopped smoking
Would they still be there?
Your addiction was your conviction
And it will always be there.
This is a poem that my wonderful boyfriend wrote
Please leave feedback so he will know that he has talent
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....
