Best Depressionkiss Poems


The Longest Wait

I can tell you this:
                   I’m virtually in tears.
Maybe it’s that kiss
                    That he hunted the whole year

The kiss that use to
                       Permitted me love all night
The kiss that averted you
                         Saying goodbye

But now if I endeavour that kiss
                        It’s over the phone
And now its you I miss
                         When I’m alone

So I asked For your call
                        To bestow you one more
But not even a sole soul
                         Could abide this all

Cause you overlooked something 
From the exceedingly start                         
You forgot it right here
In my heart

And this buzzing cell
Call awaits
Where I would tell
Of our first date

But you haven’t forgot
You didn’t even recall me once
You just didn’t perturb with what we dig up
You just wanted my privates' to do some of its enchanting pounce?

I’m not some toy
You call when you’re free
So now abscond my heart boy
I can’t take what I see

I see: conked out tires
On the windows
Of a boy in fires
Whose girls had a row?

And I look forward to you’re pray
That perhaps it’s me
Someday, That will say
"I’m here for you like ill for eternity be"

But for now
This is the most protractedly I wait
But I’m twisting this frown
To a recovered state

Don'T Love This Peasant Cretin

I am a Cretin of just a Peasant Sight
Worthless to the Lovers who Kiss under the Moon each Night
The Sights and Sounds of my voice are plainly Dull
So please do not breathe in this dying Martin's last Breath
Suicidal?NO OH NO!! Just a little bit tired of my own mistakes and neuroses
The countless Jibes and unfriendly vides I receive from those who surround Me
It means that no Mistletoe can accept the Kisses or friendly greeting by a kiss on the Chin
Let's just say this:
DO NOT LOVE THIS PEASANT CRETIN'S SAD SACK GRIN!!

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