Surrender
You're like cigarettes,
I know your bad for me but sometimes I'll give in,
it taste good and bad at the same time,
cool in my hand,
I want you more when I am drunk,
I'll buy a pack and not smoke any.
I know your bad for me but sometimes I'll give in,
it taste good and bad at the same time,
cool in my hand,
I want you more when I am drunk,
I'll buy a pack and not smoke any.
posted by girlyLarki at 8:30 AM
2 Comments:
oh god, has it come to this?
now u're writing poetry about cigarettes and disguising it to be about a person?!
...we can't surrender, ok? we just can't!!...
now you're talking
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