Monday 25 April 2011

Cigarette

I am burned out
as you drain the life out of me;
but I can see that it's killing you.

When you take me in your hands
I don't feel loved, just needed.
You'd quit me if you could
and yet I'm so addictive
to place in your mouth
and take long hard drags.

I am a cigarette.
Indulge,
and die young with me.

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