Nostalgia Comes With The Nicotine Poem by Cheyenne Rhon

Nostalgia Comes With The Nicotine



Nostalgia comes with the Nicotine.
Marlboro and Memories are in the smoke,
It's not the same, when I cough and choke,
For my fingers never flicked that lighter,
But I lit my own spark that was brighter.
Immoral insomnia lasted with this taste,
A burning addiction I would not waste,
But the knowledge of prolonged exposure,
Did not warn off my cravings.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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