Even the kiss of Judas doesn't taste so bitter.
The kiss of betrayal is collared in red.
The lips are cold as ice
But you only feel warmth
A bliss in paradise
Your tenderness deludes the innocent.
It’s wrapped in a kiss of seduction.
The lips are dancing but the poison makes it combustion.
The deceit is trailed in blood collared red with your make-up.
They end at my lips
But my lips can’t say break-up.
So again I am caught between your mouth
Roaming between your teeth.
Once again I realized you are the one I can’t leave.
Copyright© Nadim Lost Soul
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