Walk to My Death

Simple Kisses,
Innocent advances,
Trying to Slide into someone else's arms,
Old Lovers sentimental nuances,
Hot breath upon my neck,
I dive into your charms.

First two weeks Engulfed in this parade of love,
Accepting then falling into your arm's,
Letting go slowly of his scent,
Memorizing the moles on your neck,
Instead.

2 Months 3 days later,
Restless sleep,
Insomnia over takes your slumber,
No more sweet caress,
Just a knowingness that something's wrong.

X-mas morning goes then comes,
The day I regreted falling In Love,
Once again picking the wrong one,
Purse is empty,
Trusting Heart,
Finds Betrayl hard to overcome.

Love is a a kite soaring effortlessy in the sky,
Till wind disappears,
Tearing into magic skies,
Learning to Embrace this Fear,
That all of it was Lies.

Simple Kisses,
Innocent Advances.