"darling,
for the rest of the day
can your lips be
the colour of mine?"
"love,
you know
that I
can do no such thing,
I can't take
the colour of your lips"
"yes, you can,
darling,
please,
do it for me"
"and how did you think
we could achieve
that,
love?
please,
enlighten me"
"kiss my lips
remember their smell
their taste
their shape
their love,
darling,
and maybe,
just maybe,
your lips will also remember
even if it's just for a bit
the colour of my lips"
"love,
my dearest,
remembering is not the same
as having
don't you know?
how can I
have the colour of your lips
merely by
remembering it?"
"but,
darling,
my beloved,
for as long
as you can remember me
you can have me
so, just remember my kiss
the smell
the taste
the shape
the love
the colour of it
and you can have it
forever
my kiss.
darling,
can't you,
won't you,
for the rest of your life,
wear the colour
of my lips?"
"love,
please,
give me that kiss"
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p is pronounced like pay in dutch
Poetrypoems, just poems wanted a cute little place to save all of my poetry. sometimes my notes app gets a little too silly and then it deletes all my notes.. no way... if ur reading this, enjoy lol <3 ‼️I don't usually title any of my work so nearly ever...
