Little Miss And A Cigarette Kiss

Little Miss And A Cigarette Kiss

A Poem by Bree
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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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I like this a lot man, the rhyming just sets it at a good pace and the figurative language use is quite satisfying and intriguing. and the alice in wonderland reference was a nice little surprise at the end haha. good work

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Bree
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Bree. ~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..

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