he asked if i ever smoked
because my eyes are always teary
and my lips are pale and dry
with my hands always shaking
i told him no
but my mind's a constant cloudy haze
and it's caused by something dangerous
to both our health
when it burns, it has this unpleasant smell
and tastes bitter on my tongue
much like your bitter lips
spitting out unpleasant words
it's us bygone,
it's we
in the past tense
it's we-ed
hi!! i enjoyed writing this one, because it popped up at first while i talked to tamia about **** (see what a conversation between two poets can cause) and i made a joke that there's a 'we' in **** and the "-ed" is a suffix for the past tense of some action. so i decided to play it into a poem and voila! enjoy this **** :-)