Your lips taste of cherry
Even if my lipstick is of strawberry
Your scent is of rose
And I believe the lies you compose
Though my perfume is of spring
I try to ignore this everlasting sting
Your kiss leaves a lingering bitterness
And you ask for forgiveness
And though you smell again of roses
Like the fool I am,
With a look from you I was damned,
And fell to your careless arms again.
Inspired by my rose/strawberry/passionfruit boba milktea~
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
