Thinking that you will get hurt,
I always shut my muzzles and heart.
Your harrowing habits causes hatred,
And a hassle to your health makes me hurt.
I want to haul you form that addiction,
But stops myself due to hesitation.
When i question on it , you give hazy reply,
Making me feel , my words make no imply.
Your haughty habits leaves me in grief,
And makes us go on a grimace belief.
Zest your presence for me with love ,
but say no to that ogre to live.