Our lungs must be soulmates,
as mine cannot breathe,
all black and smokey,
inside they seethe.
Please keep some hope,
if only for me,
we can dance. we can sing,
and drink cups of tea.
Remember my darling,
we must all die,
let's hope to god,
it's from too much sweet pie.
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Last four lines are what I live by. :)
ReplyDeletewhat you speak is the truth
ReplyDeletei am sorry to say;
i have no more hope
for this dreary day.
the capacity of my lungs
is ever so short,
tar filled with cancer
is my only thought.
enjoy your trip,
my lovely-eyed friend;
and just you remember
it's not quite the end.
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