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I take the knife,
and place it to my lips.
I kiss it gently,
then test with figures tips.
My finger opens,
the time is right.
You are the last
I shall see tonight.
With my kiss,
I touch my skin.
Ignoring the fact
this is a sin.
I grace my flesh,
wishing it was you.
And in this instant,
my life is through.
it is what i think it is.. is it?
well u are not cutting ur self again did u?
this sounds like a suicide @.@ my my....
good poem btw... :/
that is a good poem.
That express what u thing.
so, keep going u'r good.
very expressive........................................ ..but i hope your not gonna hurt yourself
is this suicide..or an actual kiss..or a combination of both?
It's sort of both... I guess, but it's mostly about suicide. I'm not going to kill myself though. I'm not that weak.