jess barnely


Kiss Of Death - Poem by jess barnely

Last smell, last glimpse of his face and the last touch of his soft gentle lips pressed against mine under the stars gazing above us from the deep dark sky that was the last thing I held in my head as the fire got closer to me I was trapped in the corner death was blazing right in front of me and nothing could be done to stop it in its path of death it held no mercy at all. Last smell, last glimpse last touch of his soft gentle lips pressed against mine under the stars gazing above us from the deep dark sky that was the last thing I held in my head as I burned to my death nothing is more powerful than death apart from the true passion love.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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