My finger hooks the pin
of the relationship grenade,
itchy to detonate
the cold war between us.
But the curves of your lips
trigger into a kiss,
and I raise the white flag.
Surrender.
My finger hooks the pin
of the relationship grenade,
itchy to detonate
the cold war between us.
But the curves of your lips
trigger into a kiss,
and I raise the white flag.
Surrender.
Donna Dakota in Word 