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 **** :-)