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True Love's First Kiss

First Puff. The second one’s for the soul My obsession with kisses Falls back to dropping some ashes Stained with my red lip tint I don’t settle for mint They call it cancer break I call it “smokes from a heartache” You may see me differently with a stick Smell me with the judgment of being a girl prick I roll my eyes. I live for my own gig If nicotine was on a cupcake Diabetes would be my namesake Red will never be my favorite color But my Marls are red, a better appetizer Lips don’t touch mine. That’s a sign Lips to lips we kiss Every day I crave, every hour I miss I’m making a poem about my cigarette Love it must be for Yvette Don’t smoke if you don’t. Don’t judge coz’ you make no point.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/15/2016 7:32:00 PM
Yvette, I like every line of your poem above. Thank you for sharing. ** SKAT **
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Date: 2/17/2016 3:32:00 PM
thank you skat! :)

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