Sleep is something that eludes me tonight, because
All I can think about is the taste of your bite.
For two people who have met only once before, we
Are closer than what's deemed 'proper'.
Although our hands sweat when holding each other, we
Both say we like it more than the other.
Your childhood was difficult, miserable and sad, but
I've decided: that doesn't make you bad.
Six months younger than me as well as a few centre metres, but
Would you believe it if I said I didn't notice?
Soft and plump lips is what yours are, and
Here I am thinking about them like a scar
Left on my skin.
Sleep is something that eludes me tonight, so
Baby, kiss me one more time?
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PoetryJust a little something, A poem; more like, About a girl, Who fell in love with a boy, Who isn't around anymore. And many other stories, About many different people, Living very different lives, But who all seem to, Relate, To each other, In some wa...
