Nicotine

Nicotine:
Your her nicotine
She will breath you in
Knowing your a poison
She breaths you in because
You are her calm
Like a butterfly in your palm you hold her
But she knows one day you will need more
So she breaths you in more
She knows your hurting her
Her lungs slowly collide against death
The pain Ricochades against her chest
She is a addict for her loving nicotine
If only his fist could see
One day her lungs with fail
May your fist rest in jail
Held her head against a nail
In her ear you shall yell
But your her sweet nicotine
She with breath you in
Knowing your just a poison