I kissed a meth smoker

Poem by: SkarlettStone

Summary

Fucking falling to my knees,
My friend,
why do you do it?

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Submitted: January 12, 2009

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Submitted: January 12, 2009

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It's a true fucking story

I'm not going to lie,

I kissed a meth smoker,

And he's about to die,

Pavement Chains,

Screaming Flames,

Souround me in their forked dispare,

Where do I go, 

Scilently freaking

My family can't know,

So I'll stitch this grin,

And Beg the cosmos

In my puddle of me,

for a little shread of hope,

And the streangth I need to keep on.

Broken mirriors of a Lie,

Where can I go,

Nowhere

I cannot hold this,

nor let it go,

Can't reach for you to be shot down,

I will try,

But in this hand is yours,

Or,

Nothing.


© Copyright 2016 SkarlettStone. All rights reserved.

I kissed a meth smoker I kissed a meth smoker

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Genre: Non-Fiction

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Summary

Fucking falling to my knees,
My friend,
why do you do it?

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