Maybe there's a Heaven up above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to long for somebody who outgrew you And it's not my cries that you hear at night You’re not somebody who's seen the light I’m cold and I am broken But I love you
There was never a time when you’d let me know What's really going on below You never wanted to share that with me, did you? And remember how I moved under you The way your tongue was moving too And every breath I drew was Because I love you
They say to love is to feel pain I didn’t even know the shame I was blinded by love, the first moment I saw you There's a blaze of light in all my words But It never mattered that you heard My shattered and my broken words, I love you
I did my best, it wasn't enough You couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I never tried to fool you And even though it at times seem wrong I still stand before you naked and alone With nothing on my tongue but that I love you
I'm happy to say that I quit smoking half a year ago. It's been six months today since I last smoked tobacco. When I was presented with the opportunity to quit, I decided to reach out and grab it. All that I needed was some nicotine patches and faith in God to be able to kick the habit. I quit smoking even though it's not an easy thing to do. If you're a smoker who wants to quit, I believe in you.
I've been smoke free two months today. I haven't smoked and I hope that's how things will stay. Please don't start smoking, it wasn't a good thing for me to do. Please say no to nicotine because that is what is best for you.
I ******* hate That I have to quit smoking. I'm not a quitter.
Smoking fills the gaps in time Between teenage self-awareness and And sleep of any kind. I crave to feel the smoke inside Slowly eating at my pride. I don’t want to live as long as you And watch the world divide.
It’s what I do when you are mad It’s what I do to **** the pain At least when my hands are doing this I forget your cold disdain.
At this point, it’s pure economics. I don’t want to stop I love the power of choice, even if that choice Is poor. But you can’t pull your weight without me, So smoking, nevermore.
I feel a burning in my chest as I inhale the carbon monoxide Romanticizing smoking is ******* overdone But I'm guilty of it So I'm quitting Monday I have 4 cigarettes to get me through tomorrow and then I'm done Or, at least I hope I'm done
I'm gonna quit smoking and switch to vaping, but I feel that vaping has no place in poetry lol