I've laced my lips
with cyanide
To kiss those tender
Sweet lips
No longer mine
Rogue lips that caused
A broken heart
And dark memories
Of better times
Hoping her lips
Will kiss mine
once again
For I've laced my lips
With cyanide
The sweetness
Of her lips
I desire one more time
Before they become
Silent
After they kiss mine
Laced with cyanide
I sit in darkness
Afraid of the light
Wish not to disturb
Anyone
For no one
Should lay their eyes
Upon me Nor my misery
For I have
laced my lips, with cyanide
In French, there is a saying that goes like this: Revenge is a dish that is eaten cold. I thought it appropriate here, William. Well done. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
the forbidden fruit?
excellence!
thanks,
d.
Love Tinka
Peace and love, Carole
Reindeer
Enjoy your writings William...
Talk about a knockout kiss...
EXCELLENT !!
~Linda
You have me licking my lips and cringing;-)
Well done!...
etw