his name i call
young like fifteen
pure and innocent..
dark clouds raining heavily
he walking in a hurry
holding a thin rolled paper
mouth wide open, he sucks deeply...
desperately he took another gasp
one after another..
saw me look into his eyes
guess having same thoughts in our mind
he begin to hide it behind his palm
passes by
saw his back, i ponder
questions floating unanswerable
feeling helpless
the naiveness that causes harm
to you and your love one...
why people just can't understand?!!
arrghhh.. i really hate you, tobacco!!!!!
Silly. Pity. Dumbo.
:'(