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Sweet lips part to tell a heartbreaking story.
Those lips I love, connecting with someone else.
Those feelings are still there, though not as strong.
They are there.
The passion in the words caused a pain in my chest, a fire in my lungs, a thumping in my brain.
All this pain over a few words that came from those sweet lips.
Lips as sweet as honey now sour and bitter like an unripe fruit.
Will words ever heal the heart you broke Or will they continue to break it and beat it till there is only a shell.
A shell of a person who loved and cared for those sweet lips, tender eyes, perfect cheeks.
My darling.
There is no fixing what has been broken.
Too many pieces are lost.
There is no more glue or tape.
You have used it all.
You're once sweet lips are the only thing I dream of.
Now I remember how much I miss them on mine.
They are no longer sweet but I still crave.
Sour and bitter happen to be my favourite taste next to sweet honey.
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Book of thoughts
PoetryThis is me venting because I have a lot of feelings and I can't handle them. Some of this is in poem form. Some is NSFW
