may it be the taste of your
lips that prefer wine I'm so
baffled by
it's the only familiar feeling I've loved
and lost and wondered how, why
how, why is it possible to love so angrily and burn so bitterly
like embers still simmering to the soul's surface
whispering lullabies to calm desire
save the lamplight
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
may it be the taste of your
lips that prefer wine I'm so
baffled by
it's the only familiar feeling I've loved
and lost and wondered how, why
how, why is it possible to love so angrily and burn so bitterly
like embers still simmering to the soul's surface
whispering lullabies to calm desire
save the lamplight
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