Very, very, very OLD one.
Kiss Me My Dear
As I sit in this desolate place,
Chained to the walls of my fear,
No smile shines upon my face,
Only, a tear.
Emotions change rapidly on the outside,
Feeling I can no longer control.
In this desolate place I hide,
No longer taking the role.
The pain I can no longer explain.
Times were happy for you and I
Til your death brought the pain,
Now to forget you I can only try.
For you were very dear to me
A friend to confide in
A friend, for whom as it may be
I commit my final sin.
Kiss me my dear, for now I take my life.
Don’t object, it’s too late, I’ve already raised the knife.
Christy is a writer, crafter, amateur photographer and enjoys sharing recipes. She also loves pushing buttons in Photoshop until her pictures magically look better.
Always looking for more work, Christy is currently editing her first book, finishing her second, blogging, guest blogging and making a nuisance of herself.