Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Bittersweet Kisses


Just let me feel your lips again
And offer me bittersweet kisses
Please fill my mind with foolish thoughts
Of optimistic blisses.

I want to hear your voice call out
A name that is not mine
Please call me names of hate and spite
Let me hang on your every line.

I want to see your eyes of hazel
That spear me with one glance
The thought of seeing you just once more
Makes me feel like I could dance.

And when I see you with that girl
The one you love today
Makes me fall in love with you
In a million different ways.

So offer me bittersweet kisses
Don’t let me know you’re lying
I need to have those infamous kisses
To hopefully stop the crying.

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 25, 2014
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