Things started to get better
Then your lips left scars on mine
The everlasting bitter taste
Taste a greed and want
Your eyes called me beautiful
Yet undressed me with every look
Poison in my veins and I wonder how I'm still here
When we swapped poison
And I began to die
But you began to crave
Thrist for more
Until I was gone
Nothing
My poison still on your lips
And I wonder if you still think of me too
I hope you do
I hope my poison hasn't warn off
I hope it burns now...
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
