One More Cigarette, Honey?

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One More Cigarette, Honey?

Poem by: Kathryn

Genre: Non-Fiction

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Poem by: Kathryn

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Genre: Non-Fiction

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Summary

I'm beginning to wonder if I believe in people
Because I have a heart of gold
Or because I am so full of stupidity.


Summary

I'm beginning to wonder if I believe in people
Because I have a heart of gold
Or because I am so full of stupidity.


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Submitted: September 08, 2007

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Submitted: September 08, 2007

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Struck matches ignite quickly,

And then burn brightly in your hand until you

Blow them out

And watch a stream of smoke

Curl into a smirk in the air.

You and I were like a book of matches.

Every converstation was a flame

I hungered for

And every disappointment

A means to blow it out.

An inferno can be a beautiful thing, but

I should have known better than to

Play with fire.

Now all I'm left with is a few charred matches,

A few burnt fingers,

And a pile of soot

That I'd rather sweep under the carpet

Like in a Mary Poppins movie.

I use my last match to light a cigarette

And I inhale the sweet air,

Tasting a hint of failure.

My lungs fill with smoke

And somewhere in my exhale

I become a cynic.


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