Cigarette, I
don't even know
why I
smoke you.
All of a sudden
it's gross and
makes my
throat hurt.
You don't
taste the way
you used
to anymore.
I'm totally
done with you
well, maybe after I
have one more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem.......truthful and raw. Nice job!