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As you hang out of your sticker filled window at 12am, lighting a tobacco cigarette I question your motives I patiently watch the ash detach itself from the end of the cancer causing glow Through the wind it flies, amongst the whistling gaps of dying grey trees It's winter now and things are cold, yet the glinting cigarette is diffusing heat into your large palms I silently demand a reason why someone so beautiful would commit such a ***** crime to their lungs But I can see the look in your autumn filled brown eyes, I can see the loneliness And the more I inquisite, the more I know that our love is the careless cigarette You are the ash drifting away from me I am the ash hopelessly falling for you You are the tobacco holding a great taste for adventure I am the tobacco to fill your missing void You are the nicotine that creates my addiction I am the nicotine that shows persistence and annoyance You are the glow that shows the spark in my eyes I am the glow that is slowly wasting away You are the tar that is clogging my heart the way lungs are filled I am the tar that slowly kills one The chances of smoking killing you are fairly high, yet some luckily dodge the illnesses accustomed to it I am dying of a broken heart, but you you are the lucky one
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Cigarettes
As you hang out of your sticker filled window at 12am, lighting a tobacco cigarette I question your motives I patiently watch the ash detach itself from the end of the cancer causing glow Through the wind it flies, amongst the whistling gaps of dying grey trees It's winter now and things are cold, yet the glinting cigarette is diffusing heat into your large palms I silently demand a reason why someone so beautiful would commit such a ***** crime to their lungs But I can see the look in your autumn filled brown eyes, I can see the loneliness And the more I inquisite, the more I know that our love is the careless cigarette You are the ash drifting away from me I am the ash hopelessly falling for you You are the tobacco holding a great taste for adventure I am the tobacco to fill your missing void You are the nicotine that creates my addiction I am the nicotine that shows persistence and annoyance You are the glow that shows the spark in my eyes I am the glow that is slowly wasting away You are the tar that is clogging my heart the way lungs are filled I am the tar that slowly kills one The chances of smoking killing you are fairly high, yet some luckily dodge the illnesses accustomed to it I am dying of a broken heart, but you you are the lucky one
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jade-ellen
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
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