The rushing rapids

Sun, 06/11/2017 - 10:18 -- sadcat

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

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