Tuesday, December 24, 2013


When I crave a cigarette I think of you.
Wanting it so badly, knowing I can't have it.
Just like that sweet nicotine, you retain something that keeps me aching for more.
It doesn't matter if I can't have you; I will always be yearning, itching, longing.
Suffering for that puff the never passes.


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