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 Sep 2014 krissie
Abby Lynn
His kiss was of gold
Staining her lips with the mark
Of innocence lost.

His fingertips left
Gilded prints, painted on her
Lovely face with care.

Polished Adonis
Though he was, the sun cannot
Shine on forever.

To everyone
He was gone and gone for good,
But he was still there

Every time she
Saw her face in the mirror
She still saw him there.

Painted on her skin
Filigree of fingerprints
And sweet lips stained gold

He left a shining mark
On her skin for no one else
But that one, sweet girl

Who learned that all
That glitters may not be gold
But gold can be found

Even if he is
Found putting his golden lips
On another girl.
 Sep 2014 krissie
fdg
honestly
 Sep 2014 krissie
fdg
i know my writing is going down the drain
(i write too much, i write too often)
but **** I HAVE TO WRITE DOWN HOW MUCH I LIKE
running my fingers down your bare back in the seat of my car
resting my head on your chest and feeling your breath
I have to write down how moments with you feel wonderful
and...better.
it's all basic, it's all general
i'm not relating your eyes to the moon
because when the moon is right above us and we could look up and see it
I'd still rather look into your eyes sometimes.

I don't always have flow, no rhythm, no new metaphors
but every night you smile is ******* magical
(no new words)
and i just feel like i need to type it out

so yeah my writing is ****, it always will be,
but tonight I am glad
that my order of words may not be pretty,
but I get to write about something beautiful
(your lips wanting to be on mine)
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