When I first met you,
you smelled of cigarette smoke.
But your lips,
spilled out a truth, that only you spoke.
When you first met me,
you wanted a promise only from me.
But my mouth,
threw out the truth of a dark sea.
When I first met you,
all you thought of was black eyes.
But your mind,
now drifts back to those white lies.
When you first met me,
I never let my tongue scatter a drip.
But my thoughts,
never knew you wanted such sweet strawberry lips.
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PoetryAnother dark place where my thoughts can bleed freely.