I smell of smoke on your breath
And taste blood on your lips
Feeling the roughness of your hands
Seeing the pain in your eyes
I hear the coarseness of your breathing
I pop a breath mint
And wipe my mouth
Smooth on some lotion
Faking a smile
In and out; I count my breaths
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
I smell of smoke on your breath
And taste blood on your lips
Feeling the roughness of your hands
Seeing the pain in your eyes
I hear the coarseness of your breathing
I pop a breath mint
And wipe my mouth
Smooth on some lotion
Faking a smile
In and out; I count my breaths
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