Cigarrette
I was only but a cigarette to you;
didn't matter why or when you needed me
because I was always there, waiting.
Used for a bit or less until you were done
with me, and when you were done,
I allowed you to throw me aside as if
I meant nothing.
Copyright © Gabby Leeanne | Year Posted 2014
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