with each curl
of cigerette smoke that carresses your lips
from which you still pretend
and tell me it's all ok
everytime he spends a day asleep
and wastes a meal
we ignore the fact that
he is slowly killing himself
each day he cracks open another bottle
with money we don't have
we bite our tongues
and look away
how long will we hide
behind this curtain of lies?
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I like this ...I know what you mean and if this is a personal poem I know what you are going though...But I am still hiding as well so I can't say anything.except I like this poem it is a good write
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it is a personal poem.. i'm sorry you know this too well.
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