I'm sorry,
It sounds like nothing in this wasteland we call love,
It tastes bitter in my mouth;I don't mean it,
I never did.
The words burn my tongue,
They remind me of your kisses.
We are bad, (aren't we?) We are broken, (we will never be the same.) We are poison, (I drank from your cup.)
I miss you,
It sounds vacant in this deserted place we call affection,
It taste fake in my mouth;I want to mean it,
I never do.
The words scrape against my tongue,
They remind me of your caress.
CITEȘTI
The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoezieStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
