March 23, 2018

She taints your mouth like black licorice
But you hold tight, you’ll be alright
Remembering not her last day of innocence
But this heavenly moment in betrayal’s bliss

Her innocence has a smell
Soda and beer, replacing fear
You said she’d be fine but how could you tell
It’s not like you to lie when unwell 

What happens when this moment is gone
Goodbye lover, just hungover
She’s holding you prone with the eyes of a fawn
Begging you to stay as you close the door with a yawn

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