Old and fermented tastes the best
that's why you like my nightmares rotten
so that my tears can taste like priceless wine.~~~
Burnt cigarette butts line up your tongue
Cold whiskey set your throat on fire
The glitter on my lips was the spice
And oh, my lips were a loaded gun, and my kiss shot your lemonade lies.~~~
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I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶ ❝ butterflies and roses ❞
Poetry|| FEATURED IN THE OFFICIAL WATTPAD POETRY PROFILE UNDER THE READING LIST "STYGIAN SKIES-DARK"|| - 24/09/2020 ❝It wasn't lethal when you touched me, It was lethal when I tasted your touch. God forbid, it tasted like a blind's...