Dream of sweetness
Fingertips running out of time
I'm infatuated by your touch
I'm lost in your mannerisms
Every step you take, I step back
I stay close to your face
I can see your bright lips turn red
Underneath clean white sheets I choose destiny
I bury myself to the nearest river
I choose you, will you?
My mouth is lemon flavoured still
I excuse myself, I pardon myself
Once again, I embrace myself
I sit on a corner, the walls resembling with my silence
I saved an invisible spot next to me
I thought you would come back to me
What is this tikle inside I feel?
I lie in bed still, all-consuming sweetness


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