Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2020
The last time that you kissed me
There was poison on your tongue
If you ever start to miss me
I hope you know
That Iā€™m long gone
To the boy who is nowhere near worth dying for. I hope it tasted good going down.
c
Written by
c  19/F
(19/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems