Killing Me - Poem by Mackenzie Loyd
Oh how it kills me,
that poisonous smile
that you so sensually put on show.
And those lips,
oh those lovely lips
I have so well grown to know.
You can't keep doing this to me
if you want me to forget.
Because what you don't see is,
without that smile,
my heart would be in debt.
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