I draw you in
Five rings of smoke appear like magic
Your face on every one
Christ, how romantic am I
Maybe drink a JD in your honour
It's amazing how little things bring you to me
The phone comes alive halfway through your honour
Your soft sexy voice sends a tingle down my spine
You say it's over
Well, that was out of the blue
I draw you in
The sign on the packet
Smoking can damage your health and eventually kill you
So profound
I check the bottle of JD
No warning on that
You disappear into the clouds
Every one a silver lining.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Intended or not I read between the lines here. The things in life that are not good for us that we choose as little pleasures, cigarettes, alcohol and love. All a threat to life and one's well being. What is life worth without the pleasures of it. A fave
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