3 A.M. Thoughts

11.

Your lips used to be,
Sweet as honey.
Addictive like a cigarette.
They would get me drunk, just like wine.
But now,
Your kisses are bitter.
Your lips are poison.
Just one kiss, and I'm never going to be the same.
Just one touch,
Of your intoxicating lips,
And my hear will go wild,
It would make me fall for you,
Again and again..