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?
Copyright © Megan O'Day | Year Posted 2012
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