Your hand apon my cheeck
Face full of tears
Pain that you caused
Love that we had
"Spoil me"
And you did
No you didn't buy me gifts
The love I felt for you greater then any money could do
My mind racing
Will this finally be it?
Your words so affirming
My mind smothered in honey
Eyes only lighten for you
And how you would spoil me
The lemonade you made so fresh and ripe
Too sweet, you can taste
The sugar overdoing the sourness of the lemon
You wouldn't want me to taste that the lemonade you made was sour?
I wanted sour
As I squeeze my lips, you look into my eyes
I could sense your wish to rub in your taste
"Is this not what you wanted?"
A Trick
Giving me the sugar to not taste the sour
Smothering my brain in honey so I couldn't feel my mind
Only now do I realise you weren't all that sweet
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YOU ARE READING
One last time... only this time everything went right
PoetryI met you so long ago, we were toxic, like chemicals that threaten to spill and cause my skin to melt. The wound already healed and you already forgotten, but one dream might awaken the thought I never thought to bring back. Is this the image I like...
