One last Puff

February 5, 2008
By Shannon O'Brien, Wilmington, MA

You know,
I really never knew what to make of you.
You have so many ways of living,
not one is fit for me.
To you i'm like a cloud of smoke,
only seen once then gone forever.
Broken into many pieces never to be thought of again.
But I wont let that happen,
I’m not right for you,
and your not right for me.
So why let it go on.
Put it down while you can,
And not pick it up again.


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