I am sorry your name is stuck on my tongue
It just tastes too much
Like the coffee on your lips
In that last day
When the world was slipping away
And my feet were unstable;
That must have been
The first time
I felt as if I couldn't fly
And I wonder
If seeing me in that car
Was when time stopped for you
Like it did for me
[It just tastes too much
Like the coffee on your lips]
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Şiir"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
