I want to be his cigarette,
One he can't put out.
I want my toxic essence,
Spread out in his mouth.
I would embrace his lungs,
And be his sweetest poison.
So every times he's stressed,
He'd need me beyond reason.
I'll be his guilty pleasure,
Though I'll make him sick.
He'll always come back for more,
I'll be his destructive kick.
He'll want me though he knows,
I'm venom in disguise.
But with his life being a curse,
I'll be the antidote in his eyes.
With every puff of smoke out,
He'll engrain me in his existence.
And unless you never taste me,
His addiction would never make sense.
Khushi
27th June,2020
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Debris Of The Heart( A collection of Poems)
PoetryNever come to me with tears in your eyes, Mind with regret, remorse and lies.... A collection of Poems for those who are lost. Witten by: khushinine000
