The smoke I'm taking in from your cigarette stick,
Deadly,
so risky,
a hidden sweet.
I take it all
Who cares what I breathe?
I rot on your presence while you puff on your cigarette stick.
Without mercy, without notice
of killing a hopeful withering flower.
While you are living in joy and blowing all the pain,
I slowly rest on my grave,
inhaling the smoke from your cigarette stick.
Patricia Marie D. Nermal - 2007
Deadly,
so risky,
a hidden sweet.
I take it all
Who cares what I breathe?
I rot on your presence while you puff on your cigarette stick.
Without mercy, without notice
of killing a hopeful withering flower.
While you are living in joy and blowing all the pain,
I slowly rest on my grave,
inhaling the smoke from your cigarette stick.
Patricia Marie D. Nermal - 2007
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