Sin With Tequila
It is day now
But I am still
Living in the memory
Of the night
Your lips of sin
Legs made to dance
To the Devil's beat
I am now cutting the
Leftover strings of
Emotion I can never
Escape, with shears of resolve
As you told me
This was never meant
To mean anything
I return to the day
Your taste still on my lips
Mixed with the bitter taste
Of tequila
Please comment, I appreciate it. This poem does mean something to me, even though it isn't about personal experience.
But I am still
Living in the memory
Of the night
Your lips of sin
Legs made to dance
To the Devil's beat
I am now cutting the
Leftover strings of
Emotion I can never
Escape, with shears of resolve
As you told me
This was never meant
To mean anything
I return to the day
Your taste still on my lips
Mixed with the bitter taste
Of tequila
Please comment, I appreciate it. This poem does mean something to me, even though it isn't about personal experience.