I am not a smoker
I tell myself
As the cigarette hits my lips
As I light the end
As I fill my lungs
I'm not a smoker
Maybe I'll light up
When I'm out with friends
When I drink too much
When I'm stressed
When life's hard
When I want to die
When I crave one
But I wouldn't call myself a smoker
The word smoker
Sounds immoral.
Negative connotations of
A raspy voice,
****** lungs,
Malodorous clothes,
Cancer.
That's not me.
Right?
It can't be, because
I am not a smoker
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
I am not a smoker
I tell myself
As the cigarette hits my lips
As I light the end
As I fill my lungs
I'm not a smoker
Maybe I'll light up
When I'm out with friends
When I drink too much
When I'm stressed
When life's hard
When I want to die
When I crave one
But I wouldn't call myself a smoker
The word smoker
Sounds immoral.
Negative connotations of
A raspy voice,
****** lungs,
Malodorous clothes,
Cancer.
That's not me.
Right?
It can't be, because
I am not a smoker
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