Her Lovely Lips
Her lovely lips,
Takes a bite,
Of an emotion
That was not ripe,
Of an emotion
That was not able to grow,
Since her motives turned oh so cold,
Oh so dark,
That no one can see,
The little hope,
That started to gleam,
In the darkest corner,
In the darkest seem.
Copyright © Chris Garcia | Year Posted 2011
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