I surrender…

Ok , this ones on smoking… It is a revived composition of one of those days when the world looked a lil too bleak..

The delicate feel in my fingers..
The taste rolling off my tongue..
In the air smoke slowly curls..
Ah! each time what feeling it unfurls..

It kills me slowly they say..
Well i am in no hurry to die of today..
Nicotine has me in a hold so tight..
I dont even put up a fight..

Tar will blacken my lungs someday..
Someday i will also fade away..
But death seems so far far away..
Maybe i’ll have just one more today..

This one and the next and the one after that..
Each one to ashes turn so fast..
Nicotine has me in a hold so tight..
I dont even put up a fight..

( I am now putting up a fight.. one i lose everyday but i aint done yet..)

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About TitoV

The author of this blog doesnt look the part of the kind of guy who would generate the stuff in the posts. Well, looks can be deceptive.

Posted on February 21, 2008, in Life, poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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