sinto a dor do teu amor trocado (mas no fundo tenho você)

she kisses him, not minding the bitter taste mixed with the always honey taste of his mouth. she takes a little longer than expected to pull away, avoiding his sharp gaze and successfully letting her tight grip on the edge of his shirt unwavering. he brings the cigarette to his lips again and she closes her eyes, biting her lower lip and leaning against his body.