Your lips tasted like mango
when you kissed me in the backseat
of the car.
Your body on top of mine,
your hands cupping my cheek and
fisting my hair.
We had our night of fun until the sun
rose and what we did became clear to your
sober mind.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
