Nicotine

Cigaratte wrapped around her fingers,
As the smoke flew by the breath she blown.

Her eyes staring sorrowly through the midnight air

"This tingly little things won't stop tingling me. It's here"
she said as her fingers pointing at her chest

"But sometimes i feel it at my stomach, too
Especially when i see you, when your eyes look into mine"

He smiled.

She was happy. She felt so fine after telling him that, and after she saw his smile.
But little did she knows
As the time flew her tingles feel too strong-made her chest thights, her breath stopped at a moment, too.
He never look at her anymore, he didn't even met her eyes when he passed by her, which made her tingles grow stronger and rougher that she realized that it was no longer a tingle
She felt a warm things lifted up from her chest into her nose and then her eyes.
It was tears.

She stares at the moon blankly, and she pulls the nicotine into her lips.

She knows-that that nicotine bad for her lungs, she knows that too well.

But maybe he is more harmful for her heart than the nicotine for her lungs