The smell that stayed
The aroma that intoxicates
The scorching pain
The short-lived bliss
The last swirl
The last sniff
The last sip
The last pleasure
A cup of poison
A bottle of bile
A glass of arsenic
A jug of tampered wine
A life that never stayed
A whiff that disappeared as it came
A taste beyond anything
A cup of coffee – that is
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
Unfaithful
РазноеFor a love that I wrote these poems; a love for myself, obviously. And you who reads. And specially for the 'you'.
