The Feeling

The feeling

 

Delicate yet strong like a glass of wine

The feeling and taste is just as bitter

Though i can’t help but look at your clear eyes

And sometimes it feels as if you’re the killer

 

I’m mesmerized by the feeling of this

Even if it’s not a sweet cup of tea

Still, it burns my tongue trying not to sip

Pretending like this is how it should be

 

That’s when your heart turns from gray to red

When we are dancing under the clear lights

There’s the feeling just like when we first met

Poison still remains but it doesn’t bite

 

Even when we’re in hell, it’s just as sweet

It’s the sweet surrender we chose to keep

 

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