Watching You
Not watching me.
Your eyes like glass
I can almost spot my own reflection.
The taste of You leaves
A bitter burn on my tongue-
Like poison,
or spoiled milk.
But
For some reason
That poison tastes as sweet as peaches
And You
Feel as good as Paradise.
It is just too bad
That all I am left with
are memories and a sunburn.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
Watching You
Not watching me.
Your eyes like glass
I can almost spot my own reflection.
The taste of You leaves
A bitter burn on my tongue-
Like poison,
or spoiled milk.
But
For some reason
That poison tastes as sweet as peaches
And You
Feel as good as Paradise.
It is just too bad
That all I am left with
are memories and a sunburn.
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