This kiss that I barrow,
Why is it filled with sorrow?
Why is there nothing I can do,
To make this touch feel new?
A borrowed kiss
Is left loveless.
It's not meant to be you and I.
I've know this from the begining,
And I know exactly why,
Our split does not leave my heart hurting.
I can look you right in the eye,
And say it's not for you that I am yearning.
I really did like the flicker of our fire;
Something about the way it warmed me was enough.
But being yours was not my desire,
And our road was getting rough.
I know that I'm a liar,
But, to disrupt my mind, you had all the right stuff.
This kiss that I barrow,
Why is it filled with sorrow?
Why is there nothing I can do,
To make this touch feel new?
A borrowed kiss
Is left loveless.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
