Kiss To Grave

Poem By Stephanie Bast

a lovers kiss
like death creeping towards my lips
turning them cold as stone
love is dead to me
for you killed it
when you felt nothing for me
when you left me alone
my lips touching yours kills
the passion makes me bleed
forgetting everything thats real
our kiss is all i see
love will dig my sleeping ground
your kiss will bury me

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and here im left again
hunchedbacked and crying
i wonder if your ego filled eyes
can see me

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what a significance in the way you sang to me
since your voice has been gone
no matter the replacement
it just doesnt feel like a song


buried in my mind
but still buried there
i havnt yet found a good place to hide
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and somehow through my screaming
i can still hear you say this is my fault
my fault cause i took it
too scared to stand up

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he whispers in to her ear
and his breath falls upon her cheek
his hands climb up her throat
and start to push