I set myself up again
And again for rejection
But it's worth it for just one more
Taste of you.
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoesíaLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
One More Taste
I set myself up again
And again for rejection
But it's worth it for just one more
Taste of you.