The rushing rapids
The hot tears stain my cheeks
I hear his voice in the back of my mind
I remember how it felt
His hand on my cheek
The warmth of his lips against mine as we kissed in the rain
His love was like rushing rapids
I thought of how it tasted in my mouth
The lies were bitter sweet, coated in a sugary frosting
but his love was like a tootsie pop
His voice was like satin
His eyes like chocolate
His lies
Were like acid
His love
like rushing rapids
sucked me in
took me under
and i cant escape
This poem is about:
Me