- Natasha’s Kisses -
Where did you go, Tasha?
I miss your kisses.
What made you kiss me?
You saw my fucking scarred lips. Didn’t that matter to you?
Remember the night when I held your hand.
I looked at your arm.
I noticed all of the cuts along your arm.
I wondered what had hurt you so much, Tash. (Maybe you wondered the same thing about me.)
I looked in your eyes curiously, and somehow I knew what to do.
I stroked your scarred arm – and how did you feel?
Do you remember how we got rid of all the fucking hurt and pain? How we made it all go away?
I didn’t see anything wrong with you. The scars on your arm didn’t upset me.
That’s why I touched it; I stroked your arm and suddenly nothing was wrong at all.
You’d seen my lips and the scar in the middle. Didn’t that matter to you? Didn’t it matter at all?
You noticed my vile, ugly scar.
You gave me kisses – you kissed my scarred lips, Tasha, and I held you firm and close to me. Suddenly nothing was wrong, nothing at all, because you were precious to me.
I remember that time because it was special.
We killed our pain, when you and me were together.
Remember I held your hand on my chest, so you could feel my heartbeat.
You moved my hand on to your breast, so I could feel yours.
I’ll never forget your kisses, Natasha, even though you’ve gone. I miss your kisses.
Where did you go, Tasha?
I miss your kisses.
What made you kiss me?
You saw my fucking scarred lips. Didn’t that matter to you?
Remember the night when I held your hand.
I looked at your arm.
I noticed all of the cuts along your arm.
I wondered what had hurt you so much, Tash. (Maybe you wondered the same thing about me.)
I looked in your eyes curiously, and somehow I knew what to do.
I stroked your scarred arm – and how did you feel?
Do you remember how we got rid of all the fucking hurt and pain? How we made it all go away?
I didn’t see anything wrong with you. The scars on your arm didn’t upset me.
That’s why I touched it; I stroked your arm and suddenly nothing was wrong at all.
You’d seen my lips and the scar in the middle. Didn’t that matter to you? Didn’t it matter at all?
You noticed my vile, ugly scar.
You gave me kisses – you kissed my scarred lips, Tasha, and I held you firm and close to me. Suddenly nothing was wrong, nothing at all, because you were precious to me.
I remember that time because it was special.
We killed our pain, when you and me were together.
Remember I held your hand on my chest, so you could feel my heartbeat.
You moved my hand on to your breast, so I could feel yours.
I’ll never forget your kisses, Natasha, even though you’ve gone. I miss your kisses.
