If cigarettes could talk -
I wonder what they...

I don't mean to,
but somehow...

I place you on my lips
ever so gently...

I could reach out
and touch you...

They keep
asking us if...

Please wipe those tears away from your weary eyes,
for each tear drop that trickles down your sweet...

I wonder...
should the walls...

I couldn't help
but notice how...

I picture your smile, oh, so sweet,
kissing your cheeks, tickling your feet...

You may just be
burning gas but...

Your fraudulent lips
seem to hum a...

Does it count
as abuse...