His breath reeks of the cigarettes
He'd rather kiss than me
When he leaves it is like a cloud of smoke
Brushing against my cheek
He has to get high
To not feel so low
But it is hard to look in his green eyes
As someone I do not know
Falling in love with a smoker
Is far from a beautiful thing
So do not tell me it is not a big deal
When I have to kiss a chimney

-Succesfully Broken