Poetry By Porcelain Prince

Unforgettable

Crimson lips kissing my neck.
Yet I am numb to the feeling of adoration.
She traces hearts on my skin pulling me near in the dim light.
She wants me.
But all I can think about is you.
Tender embraces and a smirk on your lips.
In this moment she wears that same smirk.
So I kiss her lips that remind me of you.
But the fantasy ends in moments.
She doesn't taste like you.
She isn't you.
That's my problem, Darling.
You are unforgettable.