Thursday, 13 February 2020

Poison of Love : A Poem.

Kiss me, kill me 
once more 
before it's time
to walk out the door.

I picked my poison
they call it love
sinking seconds close in
shrill voices from above.

Struggle & strife
mock & threaten
Dusk of life
begins to beckon.

Wasted endevours
paid a price
searching forevers
in your eyes.

Image: 'The Kiss', Gustav Klimt

'The Kiss', Gustav Klimt


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