Gentle Kiss

by Timothy   Jul 19, 2005


It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted montage;
A series of stupidities, uttered in secession,
In a perpetual, living-dark depression.

We were once so in love, and nothing could come between us,
But now, what thrives is the meanness;
Two strangers dwelling in---what can not even be called a home,
Two people living together...but utterly alone.

Words are weapons, there is no doubt,
The heart can be pierced with a hateful shout;
The hissing of the mouth can be a mindless remiss,
But those same lips can repair so much...with a gentle kiss.

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  • 17 years ago

    by lost and incomplete

    I can relate nice job!

  • 18 years ago

    by PinkLaces

    Love it.
    I Understand Where You're Coming From - Well Done :)

    PinkLaces

  • 18 years ago

    by Ariana

    I really enjoyed this, you obviously have much experience in these matters and it comes off very clearly in this piece. The rhyming was not needed here because I think it would have been effective without it, but because it rhymes it adds something extra to the poem. Nice work all round.

  • 18 years ago

    by erely

    Truely to the heart of matters that are bad...very good writing this one and the others....Smiles ...555

  • 18 years ago

    by Libby M

    words can truly hurt...and what can come out of our lips can either heal or wound... isn't that amazing? You did a great job .

    libby

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