They never warned me,
About the dangers on lovers street
They forgot to tell me about the ash tree,
Where lovers meet.
Or the treacherous Black Sea
Where lovers cheat.
Or the cafe where they still meet over cups of poison tea
And share lies that are oh so sweet
And when the lovers start to see
They cling to their heartbeat
And now there's too much death on lovers street
YOU ARE READING
bittersweet emotions.
PoezieGrey people with grey emotions. I write red poems about their grey lives and blue poems about mine They breathed in sweet air As I breathed in the ocean. They tasted liquor As I tasted the guilt on my lips. (Stuck, chap 12)
