Once I forgot your taste of lips,
I will always going to describe your face,
I'm no one to tell you this but,
You were the amazing flavor that have never taste.
I know how your lies taste,
sweet, with sugar and colorful at the beggining,
but at the end of the flavor,
it taste like dry, sour, raw with a black sense.
That's how you taste to me now, and I hate it,
I hate you for tricked me like that,
Now you're sorry,
Well I think your sorry taste like sour but sweet.
I took more sips and I don't know if this will hurt my brain,
But I'm sure my veins will not be red anymore,
I don't need anything,
But a cup of your truth, this will be my last chance.
I taste your truth and it hurts like spicy,
Like my tongue and your truth are fighting,
I was hoping to get a beautiful flavor on my mouth,
But your lies are dripping on my neck,
And there's no water to take this taste out.
Somehow, I need to drink at all, so I could live with out any lies from you, erase it and forget your taste.
YOU ARE READING
Myself
PoetryPoems that can be too cute and too dangerous to read. But you will be fine. But don't worry, it's just my feelings and myself.
