That Kiss Poem by Javier Falcon

We rush through this life,
with each breath, deeper the knife,
But I got you, on that love I feed,
And there is nothing else I need.
So you wake for work every morning,
leaving bed without a single warning,
yet every morning I feel the cold,
seeing you walk out that door is getting old.
I just stare at you as you stare back at me,
and catch that kiss thrown so tenderly,
but every morning you make the same mistake,
waiting for me throw one back, so fake,
as a kiss blown is a kiss wasted,
everyone knows its better tasted.