"ITS A FILTHY HABIT!"
The words trailed after you
Followed by the sound of a slamming door
The picture frames on the walls trembled
The cigarette wich you had torn out of my mouth
It had reduced to a smouldering black stub
The white smoke tendrils tickled my nose as I scooped it up and threw it away
Leaving a black smudge on the pale floor boards
I set out off to your house
Through the door you slammed so hard
But you had your lips pressed against someone new
So I walked away with a new cigarette pressed against my lips
And I resolved to quit my bad habit
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Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
