Like black licorice
I'm not supposed to like you
the bitter truth
I do
Lingering in my dreams
you taste like
a nasty beer
I enjoyed to the last drop
no
you can't run your fingers through my hair
but.
but...
I have life lingering on your taste buds
run your image of yourself through it
and notice my love leaves no after taste
You visit me
I stamp my soul passport
and travel to unknown lands
without needing to check in
Don't waste time
thinking about the timing
she's a kind bitch
and wants us to link in ways we knew already were
I won't pretend
you don't know
so stop pretending
I don't still shake your core
cause you still call me
even if it's in your mind
She knows and she should
passports are ready
leave fiction to the makers of illusions
and stay the night in my thoughts
Dontcha know
I love you
of course you do
but like black licorice
I'm not supposed to
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