i remember your lips
still plump and pink
as i bite the bottom of my lip, in excess
because i cannot feel yours on mine
the pain of this bite is real
the memory of your kiss is not
how unfair
that i prefer the pain of this reality
to the blissful bites of memory
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
to live and breathe for something you cannot see, is love
Posted by Hellafied at 4:20 PM
Labels: kiss, meager poetry, more poetry
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