my lips were greased
with bittersweet truth
they were dripping with honesty
and when you finally had a taste
you spat it out
you wiped my memory away
away from your lips
and I covered mine in shame
-g.b.
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Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
