Whitstable Kiss
I never thought I’d be the cliché...

I never thought I’d be the cliché
But here to everyone’s dismay
I see you behind my so closed lid
And lack you more than I ever did
The boy who took my heart for years
But mourn for him I had no tears
As I now know that wasn’t what
My heart desires, but what it got
I smoked your cigarettes today
The ones you left where you once lay
And with each breath I kill myself
But what do I deserve of health?
If this short life is not spent with you
The boy who brings my morning dew
The one who gave more to me
Than the man who took this virginity
And now I sob and moan and wonder
If I could ever be much fonder
Of someone whose hair won’t fall
In that parting, or act a fool
The pebble that arched our backs
As we kissed and dogs attacked
Surrounded by abandoned boats
New unknown music notes
But still you told me in your throat
Jag älskar den här låt
(I love this song)
About the Creator
Caleb Johnson
“Enquire no deeper than you need into what set these veins on fire, note simply that they bleed.” - Valentine Ackland



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