We sit watching that cigarette smoke pour, fall down, drift through the air. "It's beautiful, but deadly." He says, "Just like you."
I sit for a minute to think that over, before standing, turning and walking away.
Cigarette's kill, and I'd do anything to let him live.
"I'll miss you" I shout as, standing on the outside of the protective beam, I leap forward, I dive into the bay.
You'll never see me again.
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A Glance Into My Mind
PoetryPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
