Your love was sweet,
like cotton candies on festival nights,
So sweet and weird and quirky all at the same time.
But when I tasted your lies it was sweeter than the cotton candy I had before,
So sweet that it hurts my teeth.
When I left you,
It's like the macchiato we always have,
bittersweet.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
Your love was sweet,
like cotton candies on festival nights,
So sweet and weird and quirky all at the same time.
But when I tasted your lies it was sweeter than the cotton candy I had before,
So sweet that it hurts my teeth.
When I left you,
It's like the macchiato we always have,
bittersweet.
