Leon Agnew


Kiss Me Kill Me


Eat me, drink me,
Float me, sink me.
There's nothing else.
There's no one else.

Win you, lose you,
Pick you, choose you.
Never let me.
Never leave me.

Don't kiss me, kill me.
I'm empty, fill me.
Kiss me, cutie.
Kill me, cutie.

Submitted: Saturday, February 27, 2010
Edited: Monday, March 01, 2010

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  • Zack Burton (2/27/2010 8:31:00 PM)

    I tend to use the phrase 'Kiss me, kill me' in a bunch of my other poems. I'll upload some longer, more in-depth ones when I can. (Report) Reply

  • Ellery Lim (2/27/2010 8:28:00 PM)

    nice style, however it could be longer and deeper, (more specific/intimate)
    also, could you, if you you are free, comment and critique my poems. thank you (Report) Reply

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