Fresh Air Comments

Alessandra This is a good piece of poetry

Oh fresh air, I hate you so, if I could I'd live in a cesspool of toxic clouds, and chain smoke away. Fresh air, you leave me feeling empty, without life, cigarettes may be killing me, but at least they leave their mark in my lungs, reminding me that they haven't taken me to my grave. While you may not take me to my grave, you are unappealing, my lungs crave their own destruction, something that one as pure as you can never give me.