Megan O'Day Poet Rhyme

Twisted Kiss

My hands are shaking, 
My knees are weak. 
What is this falling? 
A tear, on my cheek?
I’m trembling, 
Shaking at the thought. 
I see them glisten, 
The shine of the gloss. 
I feel the poison sink into my lips,
I have been infected by the twisted kiss. 
It is only faith, 
But this can’t be my time, 
I am the first to go,
But, then again, how am I to know?

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Gwendolen Song June 20, 2012 at 3:54 AM It's like a poisonous kiss of passion....Was it from a Frenchman? hahaha....This is such a quaint poem full of imagination...enjoyed! Gwendolen Megan O'Day June 28, 2012 at 4:40 PM Yes! I like that, Poisonous kiss of passion. Haha, thanks!

Ronny Madonsela June 18, 2012 at 6:42 AM INtriging title, and the poetry written with such passion. LOVE IT! *smile* RON Megan O'Day June 18, 2012 at 5:40 PM Oh, thanks! (: