empty kisses
and pointless hugs
had been the symbol
of a dead love
his lips had been
the gun;
his words
were the bullets
it all made sense now
i had been enticed by
his sweet kisses
just like carbon monoxide
sweet but yet odorless.
deadly.
he filled my lungs
with hope,
longing
and belonging
i had been poisoned by deceit.
jealousy.
denial.
lies.
every kiss
was meaningful
as he loved me
except he had a gun
behind his back
everytime he touched me
it was like an ignited flame
except he had
a gasoline tank hidden in the woods
finally it had been his time
to do what he does best,
**** my loving heart.
(b.d.s.)
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
empty kisses
and pointless hugs
had been the symbol
of a dead love
his lips had been
the gun;
his words
were the bullets
it all made sense now
i had been enticed by
his sweet kisses
just like carbon monoxide
sweet but yet odorless.
deadly.
he filled my lungs
with hope,
longing
and belonging
i had been poisoned by deceit.
jealousy.
denial.
lies.
every kiss
was meaningful
as he loved me
except he had a gun
behind his back
everytime he touched me
it was like an ignited flame
except he had
a gasoline tank hidden in the woods
finally it had been his time
to do what he does best,
**** my loving heart.
(b.d.s.)
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