His lips taste like sorrow.
Bitter. Sweet. And everything in between.
He won’t tell of the hell he’s been through
But you can taste it when he kisses you.
He’ll smile.
He’ll pretend he’s fine.
He’ll tell you it’s nothing.
But you know he’s lying.
You know he’s lying right through his teeth.
But you taste the truth when he kisses you.
You taste the sorrow.
You taste the pain.
You taste the war within him.
You wonder if he knows that you understand.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
His lips taste like sorrow.
Bitter. Sweet. And everything in between.
He won’t tell of the hell he’s been through
But you can taste it when he kisses you.
He’ll smile.
He’ll pretend he’s fine.
He’ll tell you it’s nothing.
But you know he’s lying.
You know he’s lying right through his teeth.
But you taste the truth when he kisses you.
You taste the sorrow.
You taste the pain.
You taste the war within him.
You wonder if he knows that you understand.
