The truth,
Hurt,
It is numbing and
Ice cold.
It is the truth.
The truth is always bitter
and sadly I only had
sweet teeth.
I understand the truth is the best,
though was it wrong of me to want to taste the lie of his lips instead.
And when I cried, I could taste the tears in my lips.
They were sweet.
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoesíaHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
