I still taste the lie from your lips,
Every time you kissed me.
At the time they tasted
Sweet
Like honey.
Thinking about them now,
They sting like a bee when it is angry.
Like I am angry.
Every time I replay the memories
Over
And over
And over
Just trying to find the sweet taste
I once had.
YOU ARE READING
how I feel
PoetryThis is a book containing the random poetry, or attempted poetry I have tried to write over the years. I don't even know if it's good, considering it is so wildly different from what I normally write, but I figured putting it out there cannot hurt. ...
