The Kiss That Never Starts Poem by Lois doyle

So put out the fire that burns inside
The tropical sunrise is burdened to light up the darkening world,
The night pushes around through the rays of light.


taunting those who never found brightness in their life.


Writing down the rythms from everyone's heart.


But would it matter if it never ended just to never start.


A letter sent explaining the words,
A divided bridge to control the world.


Your path is split
One side leads to the moutains, Where ice burgs make home
And snow sit on top like a feather on a bird.


The other is leading to a small foutain,
Where the water is dirty and polluted with your sins.


Now you have to figure out if you'd rather sit cold up with the birds.


Or clean up the water you made, the one you deserve