We lied there, between her sheets,
finger painting on each others skin.
and then she kissed me for the first
time after we- and that is when I knew,
that her love was the kind of love that burns
as it travels down your throat
And all I could taste were the lovers in her past,
the hearts that she broke,
and I knew that if I stayed my heart
would burn amongst theirs, so...
I did what I do best.
I gathered up my clothes that fell
on to the ground an hour before we-
I walked to the door and twisted the
glass stained ****
and left
That morning when I woke upon
my sheets. I kissed my darling, promised,
girl next to me and tasted
nothing
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
We lied there, between her sheets,
finger painting on each others skin.
and then she kissed me for the first
time after we- and that is when I knew,
that her love was the kind of love that burns
as it travels down your throat
And all I could taste were the lovers in her past,
the hearts that she broke,
and I knew that if I stayed my heart
would burn amongst theirs, so...
I did what I do best.
I gathered up my clothes that fell
on to the ground an hour before we-
I walked to the door and twisted the
glass stained ****
and left
That morning when I woke upon
my sheets. I kissed my darling, promised,
girl next to me and tasted
nothing
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