Kisses of death

Messing up my life seems to be what I'm doing these days
Loving you has turned me into something I dont wanna be
Your kisses make me sick
They hurt so bad
I wanna be free
I want kisses that make me smile,
Not these kisses of death,
They break my heart
Your kisses are addicting
I'm growing sick of your games
I wanna run but you hold me down
I dont give second chances..
This is the part where the story tends to turn ugly,
The pain inside of me growing thicker and thicker
Let me go,
Let me be free
give me the chance to
find the real thing
Not this sickening game
I hate you

poem by Marrissia Holliday
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!