My lips have touched so many,
yet your kiss is one I can
never forget
The passion and care
engulfed the room
and "our first kiss right here"
turns to fireworks...
I feel the spark,
a spark I still can't form into words
Yes I was hesitant,
I didn't want to end up well...
here,
writing this about how you left me,
how your lips.
your words,
your false hope,
left like all the others
My lips,
chapped with loneliness,
chapped with fear
My lips,
bleeding from too many goodbyes...
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