Street talk

Come on,
You think you know how to smoke?
DO you even smoke?
-hell no
i sat
-but you should.
i think,
oh why though?
-because it relieves all that stress your feeling, i know you feel it,i did too.
your sweet voice soothes as you hand me the smoke.
Oh i inhale deeply feeling it slightly burning my lungs.
I know this isnt good.

-Good, now lets try another.
-i can't.
my voice slightly quivers at the thought of another,it was good
but there were consequences.
there were always.
-come, you know you want it...

that day i remember so clearly,
it was almost like i was talking to him when i thought about this,
oh how i wish he could see me now,
all that damn street talk he used on me,
it goes smoothly.