Tears
They fall down her cheeks
As He
Takes her face in his hands and
Cradles it--but harshly
She can't believe she's doing it
Again
But can't help herself,
She hates it,
But it's how she survives
And He
Kisses her
Real soft and sweet,
Like honeyed poison or a layer of sugar on venom,
And her tears drip down
Onto their lips
Her sad
hopeless
tears
But she has to
It's her job
And she tastes the tears
As they mingle in the deadly kiss
Funny, she thinks, they taste fresh
not salty
Fresh and clear and pure,
Better than the kiss.
Something untainted, Some true emotion, no matter
How horrible, how sad,
The emotion is true
Unlike the kiss.
The deadly kiss.
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The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...
