the taste of love
a bruise on your tongue
fading fast
made not to last
the sound of hearts
as they crash and burn
fall so quickly
ticking sickly
a look so silky
it can't be returned
a touch of sin
lost to the wind
etched into skin
a blank page, unturned
inked on a whim
just as sure to be burned
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
the taste of love
a bruise on your tongue
fading fast
made not to last
the sound of hearts
as they crash and burn
fall so quickly
ticking sickly
a look so silky
it can't be returned
a touch of sin
lost to the wind
etched into skin
a blank page, unturned
inked on a whim
just as sure to be burned
sure as the sky looks blue
