I've wondered that if I had kissed you enough times,
That I would eventually taste only myself
On your lips.
Because about once a month,
Your mouth was too sweet,
Almost like a strawberry.
While I've always been more bitter,
Like a grapefruit.
Because I think
That you put up with my sour,
But you prefer the sweet.
But, honey,
If she's what you really want,
Let me warn you,
The sweeter ones go rotten faster.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
