Our Last Poem by Tine Vale
Our Last
Love is as sweet as eating millions of nips
but never sweeter than one's touch of lips;
Love can make you insane
like losing control of your brain;
Love is bitter,
Love is sweet,
Love always flicker
like the dying candle on the table infront of my seat.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,lips,love
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