You called it a love bite
Like the word hickey would burn in your mouth
and strip away the taste of her still on your lips
You called it a love bite
Because hickey sounded like troubled teens
and stained sheets
You called it a love bite
Because her perfume still stuck to your shirt
and you didn't want to take it off
You called it a love bite
because you loved her
But you knew she called it a hickey
and nothing more.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
You called it a love bite
Like the word hickey would burn in your mouth
and strip away the taste of her still on your lips
You called it a love bite
Because hickey sounded like troubled teens
and stained sheets
You called it a love bite
Because her perfume still stuck to your shirt
and you didn't want to take it off
You called it a love bite
because you loved her
But you knew she called it a hickey
and nothing more.