I mistook salt for sugar and it burned my mouth every time I took a drink. Sipping, I decided the sting was more tolerable in small doses. But one accidental gulp sent me running. and now I’m just left with a salty aftertaste in my mouth Or maybe that’s my tears
when a heart broken lover pours out all her feelings and translates them onto words. something beautiful gets created. appreciated by many but never the one she's always written her heart out for.
My beacon of hope, Shining so brightly among darkness. Beauty that brings me to tears, Night after lonely night. Sometimes she leaves But she will always come back. And one day, I will reach up and hold her, And all that was wrong, will be right