cigarrete
my lips crave for more,
my lungs are begging me to stop,
yet yerning for more.
my mind is telling me go ahead have another,
but the voice in my head is telling me to stop,
i dont listen to the voice, so i stick with my brain,
and before i realized it, i'm lighting another one.
i keep asking myself why are these so good?
why am i so addicted?
while i ponder upon these questions,
my lungs are filling with smoke sighing,
yet screaming at me for doing this,
wow! it's gone already,
guess i'll light another one and this time enjoy it.
my lungs are begging me to stop,
yet yerning for more.
my mind is telling me go ahead have another,
but the voice in my head is telling me to stop,
i dont listen to the voice, so i stick with my brain,
and before i realized it, i'm lighting another one.
i keep asking myself why are these so good?
why am i so addicted?
while i ponder upon these questions,
my lungs are filling with smoke sighing,
yet screaming at me for doing this,
wow! it's gone already,
guess i'll light another one and this time enjoy it.
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