Poems from Eden S.
Goosebumps along my flesh when I touched your soul
Your heart devoid of sympathy
Empty and null
Freezing, freezing
So I cleanse with fire...
I wish she tasted like cherry
A hopeless, cliche, passion
So I don the cherry chapstick
For a bittersweet illusion
Her velvety lips are...
Air is an acquired taste
That most want to breathe
But my own air is two parts heartbreak
One part grief
It burns my lungs
It burns my lips...