Smoking Cigarettes

He sits, twisting wrists Twidling fingers Lighter in one hand Stroking his thoughts One puff would calm me He thinks I should have stayed I should have been man enough She would have been good I know She's a good girl now She's grown and sensible Shy, but brave Beautiful and wounded And her eyes won't stop demanding answers I look at him now I know it isn't my fault Maybe its the thrill of the flame Maybe its the thrill of smoke As it hits ur lungs and sting Just lightly, making u gasp for air But want to hold ur breath still Cos this is good This will make u feel better She wants to be thinner They said it makes ur mouth taste less So she sits at the back of the room And steal 2 minutes One puff One deep draw of the devil's breath And she knows She sees what he feels But she wonders if its enough I'm curious I want to know too I want to feel the thrill The head rush And the sex appeal But I won't die because I want to look cool And I won't succumb to The piece of stick That sucked the life out of him Dark lips she has Plump and wrinkly She smiles and waits For the world to return the favor