You know that?
Like chocolate on my tongue.
Like how I love your voice,
But hate your words.
Like how I love your smile,
But hate where it's from.
Oh Bittersweet like those promises,
Promises to change.
Bittersweet as I believe you,
And fall back down again.
You pick me up like Bittersweet,
And plant another chocolate kiss on my lips.
Like how I love those kisses,
And hate how I can't leave them behind.
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