Sad Poems and Short Stories

deeper

She could taste the future

on the tip of her tongue.

But she could taste happiness

At the bottom of a bottle of pills.

He loved the feeling of his lips

Being kissed until he blushed.

But preferred the feeling of his throat

Being tickled until he gaged.

They felt their hand heating up

And knew they were alive,

Yet the kiss of a cold blade felt sweet

And so deeper they dive.