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Smoke flying in my face, The burning tip of grace, The smell of sulfer, this is all i need, this is an addiction, this is how i feed, I feel pain.. i light up, then the feeling came, This feeling of love, I sit thinking of you, Of all these here things, you don't want me to do, all i want is to be with you, NO longer alone, My lungs no longer filled with smoke, This is no joke.... this is an addiction, |
i like this poem alot it seems like ur giving up something u like for some1 u love. very cool| Posted on 2008-08-19 00:00:00 | by zercool13 | [ Reply to This ] | I'm not quite sure if you were comparing your need for the nicotine to your need for the closeness of your lover. We all need that little something to make us feel that our keel of life is on the right path. | | Posted on 2007-06-24 00:00:00 | by ErgoIgo | [ Reply to This ] | |