Your lips taste like lies and liquor. Someone once told me The more people you love, the weaker you are. and I never understood that until the taste of blood in my mouth felt almost nostalgic, like your version of a lover's kiss.
Air dancing through Hair, faster faster I peddle away Trying to find a way
A haiku dedicated to biking away all the problems in my life. Biking is also a muse and a beautiful companion esp. At the end of the day, one I can always go to. I'm glad I found my bike