Burned Words
I would give up anything,
To finally hear you lie,
To have never seen you cry,
To taste your sweet poisoned lips,
To feel the curve of your hips.
These sweet memories are the problem.
I have nothing left, so I blame them.
Too many days filled with us fighting.
These words will be burned after writing.
7/31/15
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