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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Comments about this poem (Killing Me by Mackenzie Loyd )
Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(22 March 1941 -)
Michael P. McParland
(July 19 1983)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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