You're like a cigarette
Addicting, and I can't keep away
You burn my lips
You burn my finger tips
You make my eyes cry
Your killing me from the inside
I say I'll quit ,
But sooner or later I'll break down
And I'll need you once again for a fix
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Poetry of The Mind, The Soul, The Heart, And Any Other Broken Thing
PoesiaHunter T Bedford Well, the title says it all (Photo credit to my beautiful friend Celine)
"No , none of them"
You're like a cigarette
Addicting, and I can't keep away
You burn my lips
You burn my finger tips
You make my eyes cry
Your killing me from the inside
I say I'll quit ,
But sooner or later I'll break down
And I'll need you once again for a fix