If you’ll cut it,
It won’t bleed,
If you’ll kiss it,
It won’t tremble,
It won’t smile,
It won’t be haunted
By the taste of your lips!
A cold still heart inside,
That once used to suffer like any other,
It used to feel the joy and the sorrow,
Pale plastic skin seems to cover him …
Now he won’t laugh,
Nor kiss back!
By tonight
He will be six feet underground,
And by tomorrow,
I might’ve found a lover to borrow,
Only I will stay the same,
Crying in vain,
My cries won’t bring him back,
“Stay with me”,
It’s pointless to say!
You’ve cut it,
And it bleeds,
You’ve kissed it,
Another song to sing,
You’ve put the purest of liquids,
On your lips and drank the whole cup,
Not even a dropp for me!
Your lips are lost now,
In their eternal stillness,
In sleep, in death, in oblivion!
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Elya Thorn
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