Post by Howishine on Dec 12, 2014 17:49:16 GMT -5
So sour.
The tastes of your lips.
So sweet,
the remnants of your kiss.
Like lemon or lime,
or maybe,
sugary candy
with a hint of honey.
Naked embraces,
and withering graces,
mask hiding painful faces,
with golden blood dripping from our necks.
Such a struggle,
so deep desperation,
unbeknownst to me and her,
nothing was meant to be.
The tastes of your lips.
So sweet,
the remnants of your kiss.
Like lemon or lime,
or maybe,
sugary candy
with a hint of honey.
Naked embraces,
and withering graces,
mask hiding painful faces,
with golden blood dripping from our necks.
Such a struggle,
so deep desperation,
unbeknownst to me and her,
nothing was meant to be.
