I can't sink into our kiss
Your lips aren't his
Yes, he was full of thorns
Yes, you're tending to where I was torn
But at night I whisper his name
I want things to go back the same
An end to these love games
It's not that I can't love you
It's that it's him my heart thinks it belongs to
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
