When you asked what my favourite thing about you is I'd always say "Your lips." The innocent lips that kissed the palms of my hands, to the tips of my toes, to the depths of my heart and soul. The lips that told me your biggest fears and greatest fantasies.
The way your lips caressed my skin, brushed my eye lids and described all my deepest desires made it the easiest answer since "You" followed, "Who i want to dedicate my life to".
When I'm asked now what I hate most about you I always say
"Your lips." The unrecognizable condemned lips that uttered the words , tearing from your mouth through my ribs and ripping a void in the core of my earth.
-Ploys.
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Writer's Block.
PoetryGrammatically incorrect drabble and stuff that talks about bullshits like love, sadness and the likes. Some aren't mine, so, yeah. -Ploys
