you allowed me
a single kiss
before your fluttering lips
whispered about how
it wouldn't work.
we could have been a fire
but you
left us as a
dying
spark.
"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is... More
you allowed me
a single kiss
before your fluttering lips
whispered about how
it wouldn't work.
we could have been a fire
but you
left us as a
dying
spark.