City lights, a burning fight Stars unseen, a young night Her eyes empty, her lungs full; But she was doing alright Her mind, her streets, She was wandering free
Cold, but alone,
Seeking some company
And he looked so beautiful in white
Gave her what she wanted, every night
They say beautiful things were deadly,
And so was he burning as she cried.
She was strong, but she lost,
She took her last breath and she coughed
He looked so beautiful in white; she thought
But he was so deadly he killed a lot.
---------------- I wrote this poem when I was 16 and cigarettes were popular. Now I'm 22 years old and vapes have taken over. Despite the colors, the smoke is still white.
This poem brings awareness to smoking and its detrimental effects on your body; Please stop smoking before it's too late.
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