She writes
"I still love you"
On each of her cigarette
And hopes
With each one she burns
It would mean a little less
How wrong she was so very wrong
It just made her inside hurt more
Her heart was decaying
emotionally and physically
She just wanted it all to end the pain of
Feeling loved and feeling important
And soon she got what she asked
Each cigarette she burned
Her body became to decay and rot
And she just gave up didn't care
What happen to her
and the cigarette took her life
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
