Everything changed when I was kissed.
When I was kissed by my parents,
I became a kinder person.
When I was kissed by a boy,
I began to feel loved.
When I was kissed by sadness,
I became weak.
When I was kissed by temptation,
I gave in.
When I was kissed by a blade,
I became scarred and impure.
When I was kissed by death,
I disappeared.
Kisses of love are not the only kind.
Yes, sometimes it's wonderful,
Full of happiness,
Bringing content.
Sometimes, there's just the
Chu~ 💕
And everything is all right.
But the kiss of death is just as sweet,
And twice as rewarding.
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Dangerous Mind
PoésieMy dark thoughts in the form of poems and short stories. Possible trigger warning, sorry. Current cover by @EveThePoet. Thanks :)
