A Kiss
a kiss:
when meaningful it is rare,
when emotionless it is frequent.
when thoughtful it is fleeting,
when mindless it haunts an eternity.
when tender it tears you apart,
when rough it drifts away in the wind.
when used as a gesture of love it is thought as a promise to forever,
when used as a hello you never think it could also be the last goodbye.
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A Little Poetry Can't Hurt
PoetryThis is just some random poems that I have written over the years.
