The Bin


Catching gazes, linking lips,
Silly smiles, hands on hips,
Peppering kisses on sun touched skin,
All flaws overlooked, throw it in the bin.

Holding hands, make outs heavy,
On Friday its dancing, kisses with every.
Saturday sleep ins, Sunday morning smiles,
Fighting battles together, every strife or vile.

Avoiding eyes, parched and empty lips,
Serious tones, moody swishes of hips,
Screaming until the blood rises to the surface
of their skin,
it was all too much, throw it in the bin.

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