Peer Pressure


It's started off like a dream
Her kisses sweeter than cream
She stood there like an angel in disguise,
strong bold and beautiful, the halo above
her head with an arm reaching out, in her
hand was a cigarette and told me smoke
this and all will be fine smoke this and
you'll become numb. She lit the cigarette
up with her fingertips and on the other
was a joint she then told me smoke this
and you'll be cool smoke this and you'll
never be the same her face was brighter
than a burning star as I reached for her hands,
she was shock as I threw both the joint and the
cigarette and I grabbed her hand,
it's a feeling drugs can't simulate, her touch is
that of a goddess her touch is that of a queen,
peer pressure isn't what you image it is, it's
disguises as someone loved and precious to you.

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