Kiss. Choked.
Nothing clear anymore .
No color.
Muted and half tones.
Hues bleeding on the page.
Blended with words that mean nothing.
There are responses.
Not to anything said .
Only to convenient misconceptions.
They choked me,
given with a kiss.
No matter how strong,
You’re not loving me right.
Not enough, that’s not what this is. Love.
Muted tones too. Bleeding on the page,
Blending with the words that mean something.
They are responses.
Not to anything said.
Only to the repeated misdirection.
Choking me to rush past the lips
that would much rather give a kiss.
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Posted by psychoholik @ 20 December 2009
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