It's cold outside
I watch you twitch
It's time again
To flick the switch.
Inhale smooth, exhale slow
Live the buzz
Before it goes.
Because when it leaves
Things come back
Memories, pain,
Like a heart attack.
Ashes try like snow
To dust away your sin
But grey can never be perfect white
So light me up again.
Before you ask, I wrote this poem about my dad. I still have yet to smoke anything.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Title has been changed due to apparent copyright to protect the innocent :p
Posted by Marissa at 6:07 AM
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The title is a title of one of my old blogs.. :P
Very good though.
Aha really? Subconscious maybe :p
your dad smokes??? since when?
the time I was born until my freshman year
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