That morning
you kissed me on the lips,
right before you walked out my door.
That was
the most bitter sweet kiss
of my entire life.
Not because you were leaving,
but because a part of me
felt like this was going to be
the last time you'd ever
kiss me.
YOU ARE READING
the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)
PoetryPoems about love and other feelings humans have.
