Open Poetry #43 |
Cigarette |
SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
My burning cigarette Filling my lungs with smoke and ash I'm so oblivious Treading water of the past And the lake is still The air is bitter, cold and dry Your face is pale No beauty in your blood shot eyes The pain I suffered It makes me sick to think of you Unlike no other No one else could put me through My burning cigarette Filling my lungs with smoke and ash I'm not so curious To find out why it didn't last I smoke this cigarette And feel the heat upon my lips I'm not oblivious I just can't stand to feel so distant |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
I like this. I am no great poet myself, but- I smell potential. Some people fall in love and touch the sky, some people fall in love and find quicksand. |
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