Clive Winslow Poet Narrative

One Last Kiss

The words you speak sound hollow to my ears.
She  left me  long befor  she ever said goodbye.
you can  never  own a person  love is but a illusion.

A well hidden snake so very cold to the touch.
Hate turns and drives  this muscle in my chest.
I will not allow your games to decive  me any longer.

Will you welcome  the cold grip around your throat.
In beliving you are all knowing will you make 
the most simple of mistake?

You can not be the player when it is you that is a pawn.
In deaths grip when at last you see all for what
it is.

Love is a wepon.
I was a thought to be victim.
But even in a moment as traggic as this.
As you fade I'll give you one last kiss.

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Simone Segal October 28, 2009 at 5:13 AM Great poetry, your writes remind me of John Robbins!!!!! respect Simone

Carol Sunshine Brown October 19, 2009 at 5:46 AM Thank you for sharing this one Clive. Sad but an excellent poem. Love, Carol

Kate W October 18, 2009 at 11:19 AM the heart go though many emotions and a losing a love sits heavy..........................always kate

Robert Sebastian October 18, 2009 at 8:14 AM Very well written and I am going through the same thing that this poem describes. I enjoyed this and I hope to read more as the days go by... Robert. :)

Julie Loveless October 18, 2009 at 7:40 AM this is a good write.