Little Miss And A Cigarette KissA Poem by Bree... I don't know. I ramble.Wake up, wake up from your nightmare Wake up, wake up from the monsters stare Try and try to act like you care Breathe and breathe in smokey air Try to take control of this You too young to die, little miss But yet you’ve already tasted deaths first kiss Upon the veins that live in your wrist Your lungs are blackened and filled with smoke Breathe in heavy, don’t you choke Nicotine tar gave your throat a stroke Not soon after a monster awoke Erase the smoke from your eyes Drowning drowing in the cigarette disguise Anxiety is temorary away but never dies But pain always comes back to feed it lies You float away in your haze Remembering times when there were happy days But now there far away after death had it’s plays After darkness choked the sun and swallowed it’s rays. Depression depression and you can’t breathe Walking around with a broken heart on your sleeve Cancer in you mouth you take a heave Pretend you want to be here, when all you want is to leave Sleep, sleep, sleep now. Try to drown in your dreams somehow Never wake up from a life that broke it’s brow Fell on it’s face and landed bad, now. Alice fell in a hole in her dreams It’s not as bad as it seems So as nicotine wears at your lungs and seams Remember remember, death has better means. © 2011 Bree |
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1 Review Added on June 26, 2011 Last Updated on June 26, 2011 AuthorBreeWayne, NJAboutBree. ~Things I like~ Poet. Bisexual. Atheist. Music addict. Junior. London. Jersey. 17. Monster energy drinks. Fuzzy socks. Coffee. Kittens. Tumblr. Crayons. Markers. Creative. Rainbows. Old Carto.. more..Writing
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