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Love is like a cigarette,
it burns so slow and smooth filling us with a pleasure that we cannot elude. But keep your eye out on the butt because when it is done your cigarette can burn your mouth so smoke another one. Nothing lasts forever, the same will go for this, relationships, they come and go but hardly lead to bliss So drink it up while it is fresh and smoke it while it's here because in just a wisp of smoke your love can disapear |
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i agree.. <3
"because in just a wisp of smoke your love can disapear*disappear*" that part made me smile and cry a bit.. it was really cute <3 |
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Very well said
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My love did dissapear, but I'm still smoking
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awesome poem
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i agree.. <3 "because in just a wisp of smoke your love can disapear*disappear*" that part made me smile and cry a bit.. it was really cute <3 I sort of had the rug pulled out from under me in a relationship once... so it kind of fit |
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i never read the poetry here. in fact i don't like poetry much. but i must admit that was good. nice one
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LOVE IT! VERY TRUE!
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wow..great words and so true
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yeah, cause ya cant live with it or without it! hahaahaa
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Love is like a cigarette, it burns so slow and smooth filling us with a pleasure that we cannot elude. But keep your eye out on the butt because when it is done your cigarette can burn your mouth so smoke another one. Nothing lasts forever, the same will go for this, relationships, they come and go but hardly lead to bliss So drink it up while it is fresh and smoke it while it's here because in just a wisp of smoke your love can disapear Aint that the truth! lol Well said.... |
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awesome poem. I know the feeling.
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True!!!!!
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Ah love...
true the pleasure is hard to elude, however... allow me this thought without sounding rude. Love most certainly does burn so slow and smooth, but doesn't come in packs, as cigarettes often do. It's just hard to find, or should I say see, 'cause more often than not it's right at your feet. The downfall of what we often feel, I hate to say, is merely that it's not felt from the other way. We call it Love and believe it to be true, sometimes blind to weather the other half do. So next time you fell as though you can't elude, maybe... just maybe... it's love that eludes you. Just a thought |
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