Of what my mind has captured on this, the 'he' you were implying was not a guy friend or anyone. But instead it was the cigarette itself.
"My little red lighter, a friend she be."
- oh, Yes yes... lighter, a friend indeed when it comes to being truly useful.
"The damage is done, far worse by he."
- Yes, this is the point of the evil side.
You've made two objects which simply made a perfect match, but had the tendency to lure the weak will of human soul, which by then getting hurt and kill when taken the perfect match into their lives.
I may not be a nicotine lover, but being a caffeine lover doesn't do me any good too :P. I liked this one, short but creative. It makes me think for a second before I had finally jumped into what I thought it was.
i think all beginns inside the head.
first one has to have a brain washing by himself.
then one can withstand the first 4 weeks of getting
rid of smoking. it is like with everything. but actually,
i cannot speak, as i'm a non smoker and non drinker and
no drugs for fun. so...i only can say that the aesthetics
of this cute poems are enourmous. so poetic how i love it.
You know, I smoked my first cigarette because a guy friend offered it to me one day when I was stressing about my ex boyfriend (who happened to be my first love)...so it's all his fault (my first love's)...haha. Anyway, I can relate to this 100%. Great job, girl!
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