smokeing

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  • tears fill my eyes... and they jst keep falling

smokeing

when you put it to your lips you stop and think about all the bad that can happen
you try to turn it around 
but you cant
you smoke to feel better you drink to feel better
you walk to feel better ..
you try walking away from it but it keeps comming back to you...

smokeing...
you did it so many times to releave your self.
it gives you time to ajust your self
gives you time to think
to calm down before you get so mad that is gets out of hand
you say to yourself you have to cut down but everythime you try
something always happens to go through that pack again ...

so you buy more..
you do it just so u wont stress out
you do it to calm down
you do it to think you
do it to wind down..
even tho it is bad for your health
you keep it going you keep doing what you do
until you on your death bed you say why this
why now then you relize your smokeing
brought this apon you
then you start to cry as every tear drops
you die....

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

poetic1death’s Poems (28)

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tears 1
You 0
smokeing 0
a mind that is not my own 0
Second Word Stright down 0
BROKEN 0
fallen love 0
wonders 0
how would you feel 0
Till death 0
I wish 0
In your Arms... 0
Target 0
I feel 0
Trying 0
... 0
i wait 0
betrayel 0
leave me 0
as the moon shines 0
Darkness 0
let love 0
true 0
lies 0
why 0
one 0
The day i stop loveing you 0
Wher do i go 1