Addiction

poem by: Angel S
Written on Jan 01, 2015 

He’s like the last cigarette,
In the pack of addiction.
Within a smokeless silouhette,
She fight’s the urge to smoke.
Knowing, once lit, he’ll be gone.
And all that remains is ash upon which she’ll choke.

 

Tags: sad, love, rhyme, deep,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Thought provoking poem.Well written.
Fauxcroft wade commented:
Good work

 

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