The smoke fills your lungs
And the puffs come out
In the cold night air.
It's past midnight
And you can't sleep
The feeling is addictive
You can't stop.
Nicotine
A king of a kingdom
That has no true ruler
There's no throne
So he places himself
In the hands of others.
Hands shaking when forgotten
It's addictive.
Lighter in your jacket
Pack in your jeans
Cigarette in your hands
This feeling is
Unforgettable.
One day
And the urge returns.
Your lungs
Destroyed each time
But you don't care
Because the feeling
Keeps you alive.
You know it's bad
You know it could
Kill you
But you just can't stop.
The smoke fills your lungs
One last time
And the puffs
Don't come out
*A/N*
Please do not do drugs and if you do, please seek help to quit. It's very bad for your health and though it might feel good, its just prolonging the pain. Please do not take this poem as a reason to try drugs because you may get addicted. Addiction can happen easily with most drugs so please stay safe.
-Ava
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