our friendship would wither
my lips knew well
but the kiss was sweet
so they dare not tell
that with bricks from burnt
bridges a path we did pave
and cemented in youth
it lead to a grave
the inscription on which
read ‘killed by a kiss’
oh so pleased was I
that I did not miss
But sober now in the blinding day
so sad, I smell, the foul decay.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
our friendship would wither
my lips knew well
but the kiss was sweet
so they dare not tell
that with bricks from burnt
bridges a path we did pave
and cemented in youth
it lead to a grave
the inscription on which
read ‘killed by a kiss’
oh so pleased was I
that I did not miss
But sober now in the blinding day
so sad, I smell, the foul decay.
