And when you kissed my lips for the first time,
I knew I was in love with something beyond me.
But when you kissed them for the last time,
I knew you had been the devil that stole my soul
For a brief moment of relief.
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A Toast, to Us
PoetryThis, is a toast to us. For all of us who have been beaten into the ground, and refused to stay down. We are powerful. ---------------------------- Poems for those who have suffered for far too long.
