taste of the cherry smoke
on his lips,
became my favorite flavor
to ever kiss.
I wanted him more,
when he grabbed my hand,
to hold him close;
a connected dance.
he wanted to run,
to run away,
to a place; my hearts escape.
the smell of you
stuck on my neck,
a jaded memory,
a lovers chance.
-k.a
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love lies
Poetry"what would you do if she said you couldn't see me anymore?" the lonely girl asked the lost boy. "i'd be more secretive." his lips never lied to the girl he loved, yet his heart lied all the time, to the girl he calls "mine." / / / / heres to my sec...
