The Taste Of Your Lips Pt.2 Poem by Patrick Shields

You Wipe The Tears From My Dark Brown Eyes
You Keep Your Hand On My Chest As Long As You Can
Than My Dad Comes In and Says Come On Son As I Start To Cry
You Sit Up As I Look As You and Hold Your Hand

We Take A Shower Sepertly and Put On Some New Clothing
I Help Pack Up My Bed As I Look Into Your Beautiful Eyes
I've Never Felt This Awful Feeling Of Loathing
You Began To Cry As I Kiss You and Wipe Your Eyes Dry

We Stop To Get Breakfast With My Family I Hold You Once Again
I Kiss Your Cheek and Wisper I Love You In Your Ears
I Think About The Good and Bad Times and Remember That Your My First Girlfriend
I Can't Believe This Is Happening As My Eyes Filll With Tears

We Get Gone and I Tell My Parents I'm Going To Take You Home
So We Get In My Car and Get You To Your House I Open Your Door
Just Remeber I Tell You I'll Call You Every Night Just Remember You'll Never Be Alone
You Ask Me If I Promise To Love Your Forever and I Promise and I'll Come Back For You I'm Sure

So I Give You One Last Kiss The Taste Of It Makes Me High
Than I Let You Go and Begin To Cry As I Grab Hold Of You One Last Time
I Can't Stay Here But I Can Take My Time We Both Began To Cry
But I Must Go Now I Love You and I Promise You Everything Will Be Ok It'll All Be Fine

So I Get In My Car Leaving You Behind My Heart Still Back Home
I Call You As Soon As I Get To A Hotel To Hear Your Voice
I Hold Your Necklace In My Fist The Voice Make Sure I'm Not Alone
I'll Come Back My Love As Soon As I Have The Choice