September 24, 2013

 

 

To make of this

a stolen kiss.

A world within

a world of bliss.

 

To magnify,

to multiply.

To think more of

what it could imply?

 

To make of this

a serpent’s hiss.

Sugar coated venom,

a sure near miss?

 

To qualify,

to justify.

To stand alone

and testify.

 

To make of this

a random whim.

A step too far,

too near to him?

 

To contemplate,

to tempt old fate.

To cross the line

and complicate.

 

To make of this

and nothing more

a barrel of trouble

waiting in store?

 

To southward turn,

to no more yearn.

To break free now,

and bridges burn.

 

To make of this

a planted seed.

A dormant pod

never to succeed?

 

Too sad to see

two tears that flow.

To know in truth

love can never grow?

 

To make of this

a stolen kiss.

A world within

a world of bliss.

 

To pull apart,

to quietly depart.

To self protect

a breaking heart?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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