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 Jun 2020
lua
i write my words laced with love
but i have never even tasted it
and never have ever felt its flavour
glide against my tongue
and on the surface of my lips
never once held such in my hands
or even felt it graze upon my fingertips
but there are few instances
in which i thought it was love
as sweet and raw as it was
but it was no more than the sliminess of infatuation
and the bitter coldness of a crush.
 Jun 2020
lua
he tilted his head up towards the sky
to breathe out a laugh
as my heart stung
and twinged
in my chest
and my ears rung
with the chocolate
velvety tone of his voice
but as sweet as it sound
a bitter aftertaste lingers
for a
rather
long time.
 Jun 2020
lua
you
twilight kisses after the afternoon rain
raindrops dripping off of blushing fingertips
as bright red blood rushes through your veins
and under the skin of your soft lips

as you pull me close
held so tight and held so warm
the brush of nose against nose
i see the sparkle of your charm

eyes wide, forever surprised
forever amazed and stupefied
our fingers graze against each other
they intertwine, merged together

yet each rose grows thorns
and if unplucked, draws blood
if i had only seen your face of scorn
then i should've thrown away the unbloomed buds.

— The End —