Dry Lipped
I kissed my death before she left for another,
severed the connection, stopped her smother.
Watched from my distance as she left my side,
joining the lost ones I desperately tried.
With a wink and a smile she floated away,
told me that my death is not for today.
I turned towards the sunlight and its pain,
now waiting dry lipped for her to arrive again.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2025 15:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry, trying to twist a story into itself and ending up with leftover lines that seem to fit so I posted them. Sorry again.
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Comments2
Metaphor is this poem. A great write of love and death. Very nice
This is a wonderful write, get the sense of someone badly wounded or injured who thinks that's it time is up, but they survive on that day, Knowing though on another day they might not be so lucky, well written
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