As surely as the cherry
destroys this cigarette
so fades the memory
of the day that we first met
and soon enough I'll put you out
and flick you in the trash
light up another chick
and watch her turn to ash
I hope one day I'll meet a girl
that has that spark, that flame
and I won't have to strike a match
to set her ass ablaze
you'll always be
the death in my lungs
but she'll be my air supply
and every song that's sung for her
will be keeping me alive
I'm quitting you cold turkey
you're a stupid nicoTEEN
and she'll be there just helping me
my cancer curing queen.
Author notes
Not exactly clapping my hands together and leaping into the air for this one, but I'm not as disappointed with it as I usually am with everything else.
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So I need to go along with the profanity, I do believe.
...or not.
"wow dat wuz gewd"
'nough said.
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Quite contemporary. I like this. Great imagery, good flow, love the word play. Keep it up.
~S.
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((notice how every comment on this contains at least one cuss word... that means it's good ))
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haha I sure hope so
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pretty fucking rad analogy
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Holy fucking hell, Sean.
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soooo, you liked it?
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Holy shit this needs to be a song and fast.
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I hope it will be
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