His lips are so soft and he doesn't have a taste He is pure temptation & I am intrigued I said "Other people are not medicine" But he's like a cough syrup you never want to stop taking And his hands are like bandages to my raw battle wounds He cannot heal me He cannot save me But he can numb my pain
So today I kissed him & I know it was wrong. I felt how wrong it was in my bones, but I let go and I didn't care about consequences & I just kissed him. We kissed and it was nice. We kissed with the sun setting in the background and it was perfect. It was perfect but it was with the wrong person.