Black damaged lungs. fill with smoke. Comman sense. Put to bed. Kick the habit? Or the bucket. Choosing should be simple. Yet the hardest of all.
Struggle to breath. When journies are long. smelling the smell. Of money thrown away. Throat red raw. And needing more. Unapproving glances. From sensible folk.
Take what you crave. And swear it's your last. Later you'll miss. That sweet, poisened drag. Try and cut down. Your daily amount. Stop altogeather. For one day at least.
Purchase the patches. Chew on the gum. The options are there. Should you choose one. Even once failed. You must re-attempt. Although, nothing beats. That last cigerette.
i love to write and read. I started writing poetry at 17 when i was first published but stopped sharing my work for a few years. at 26 i have decided to start sharing again so i hope you enjoy my offe.. more..