Tattoos And Cigarettes
Love And Devastation
I’ve learned the hard way that love equals pain. Nothing is real without piercing the skin
Your smoke ring, like love, dissipates like burnt paper. The scent hangs around, a vale of poisonous vapor
Your promises leave a bad taste in my mouth, burning my lips filling my heart with doubt
I can see the damage, yet I can’t seem to stop. A bad habit I am not willing to drop
If I would listen to my heart, I might undo the damage, quit this addiction to you and finally be salvaged
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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she melts into my embrace, as i draw her in, her touch is softer than velvet sweeter than sugar, the taste of her lips, cherished moments i cannot resist i crave her scent like the birds and the bees, her nectar sustains my existence with the songs that she sings, she can effortlessly, disarm me of any resistance it's easy to see her power over me, though she wields her strength with sweet mercy. like the sun and the moon, we orbit in tune, moving worlds standing still in one place
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (6)
This was such a great poem, paralleling an action with such vivid words.
The internal rhyme gave this a delicious flow! Great work, Kelli!
I want to say something facetious about nicotine patches - but getting that hit some other way definitely feels like the way to go here. Great poem.
Hi Ki - As you noticed in my story 'Eyes' -Tats = 'Good Hurt.' Addiction runs the gamut of late from 'puter games-Cigs to 'l.o.v.e'...! - The 'Perfect Amount' of Ki Flare...! j.k.bud.in.l.a.
Nicely done as always!
This is a big promise to make of oneself. Good work.