Kiss me,
Like
My idiocy
Doesn't snap stretch your patience.
Kiss me,
Like you've forgotten
The last embers
Of
Hatred.
Kiss me,
Like
You're going to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Scribblings
PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
