Lisa West Poems

One Hit,
One Kiss,
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Do you hear me calling your name?
Are your hips swaying to the beat?
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The fire burns,
The embers hot,
Touch my flame
Forget me not.
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It’s a plastic opera,
a mind dead samba.
Pretending to matter,
When it’s mind over matter,
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I don’t even know me anymore
What am I to do?
Drifting so far from shore
I just can’t swim to solid land
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It’s the End my Friend,
You are not Dead
Just not Alive
Fly
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The slap stung
But your words hurt much more
touching deeper they unravel me
exposing my vulnerability
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Sotta voce

Whisper sweet nothings to me
Lie if you have to
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I love you Baby, but not like I love my guitar

She picks me up when I'm down
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Like a Kiss

So let it be like a Kiss
Sweet surrender and victory
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