YOUR TASTE

Confusing convulsions arising in motion
Seamless visions of devotion
Rain seeping through the windows we glued
It’s all coming around, back to you
Vulnerability captured my heart
As I witnessed innocence falling apart
Your taste is mint with a twist of lust
A sober distraction hindered by trust
The poison seeping from your mouth
Lures me to gravitate south
© 2014 Valerie Lynn