I use to kiss you
With such a sweet kiss
It would put sugar plums to shame,
And now I kiss you
With a kiss not made out of happiness
Or of my undying love for you,
But kisses made out of a tightrope
Of dread and unfaithfulness.
~May 3, 2016
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A Double Edged Blade Called Love- a poetry book of love
PoetryLove poems... I'll admit these are the challenging ones for me, but when I care for someone I care for them deeply. There is plenty to write about inside this brain of mine, it's just the challenge of getting it out of there. ~I'm sorry for the lat...
