You say it unwinds you, relieves all your stress. I say it stinks, makes you look like a mess. You say it helps you enjoy a big meal, but you never stop to think how I feel. It scares me to see you gasping for air, after walking one block, or taking the stairs. I think of your lungs, once pink and now black, and your teeth are discolored with tar and with plaque. It breaks my heart so when you cough, wheeze and choke. I love you so much. Please try not to smoke. Got this at Smoke Signals.org |