A kiss from your lips
Can make bitter taste sweet.
The feeling of your touch
Can bring feeling back to lost feet.
Dark days are irrelevant
In this apocalyptic place.
I feel nothing but happiness,
When I see your beautiful face.
But those sunny days
Don't seem to last.
Nothing but storms
Seem to be my forecast.
Because I see you with him,
And it produces pain.
I'm outside with no umbrella
And it's starting to rain.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
A kiss from your lips
Can make bitter taste sweet.
The feeling of your touch
Can bring feeling back to lost feet.
Dark days are irrelevant
In this apocalyptic place.
I feel nothing but happiness,
When I see your beautiful face.
But those sunny days
Don't seem to last.
Nothing but storms
Seem to be my forecast.
Because I see you with him,
And it produces pain.
I'm outside with no umbrella
And it's starting to rain.
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