CIGARETTES and LOVE

As i light a cigarette, i cant help thinking why do i smoke? it doesn't do me good. it burns my lips, hurt my eyes and as i inhale its dark smoke, it brings great pain to my chest and takes me to a state of mind where loneliness and emptiness resides. as i throw its butt, i promised myself that i would never again light another stick. YET its scent haunts me. what the hell! i took out a stick and realized I'm already hooked...

Just like with LOVE...

by: ruel "dewh" baricuatro