Friday, September 25, 2009

The Taste of Hope

You feel like sunshine on my tongue, and I roll you there, hold on to you for just a few seconds more before swallowing you down. I'm holding off the moment of truth when you're gone and I brace myself for your after-taste. Don't be bitter. Don't be lonely. Don't be dark. And even if you are, come back quick. You'll never know how much I need you here.

But just this once, be sweet.

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