Fallen
fall for your eyes
refuse to love me
i like it that way
sugar sweet smell on your neck
it triggers how things went
how they are supposed to be
i do not regret kissing him
with his olive hands slipping up my dress
latching onto the perfect kiss
the perfect drug
as i sing the dulcet sad song
the moon has a crescent loneliness
and nothing else matters
as you
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