Your lips are poison
and I'm so addicted.
How can I kiss you
without being afflicted?
It's like an apple
or a red gem.
I'm trying to calm down
but I must kiss them.
It's so high,
I can't reach it.
Come here,
I wanna taste them a bit.
I am sorry for that.
How could I be so stupid?
I poisoned myself
because of that bad cupid.
Autor: Lucas Braga
Very nice poem ... Beautiful flow. You should wrote more in English. When you hve some time come and check mine put too...
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