Suicide Kiss Poem by Tonya Kincheloe

Suicide Kiss

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I touch his lips.
Ice cold and blue.
I hold his hands.
Tightly with love.
His eyes are closed.
I can't see.
His blue eyes.
His brown hair.
Combed.
I look at him.
I can't believe it.
I used to love him.
And now he's gone.
I lean down.
I kis his lips.
Th I fall.
To the ground.
Because the kiss.
Was a suicide kiss.

Friday, March 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss,lips,suicide
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