I’ll kiss
Until my lips bleed!
Blood runs dry
on the floor,
Until my body
Crumble down
To dust!
And
When the wind blows,
I’ll kiss
As the grass on my grave,
Gently peck your feet!
~
Part of my #The100DaysOfPoetryLearning project. You can read all of my poems here.
One Great Fantasy 
Love this!
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Thank you!
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such homage and yes plenty of passion it leaps off the page
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Thank you! I’m really so lucky to have her, almost all of poems are my conversions with her, jumbled for rhythm!
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I get what you mean, if I wrote all our conversations here I would not have time to eat or anything else, but I try not to be so one dimensional LOL!
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Haha! I understand that!
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Nice one! There’s a lot of passion in this poem. Enough for it not to need the exclamation marks, maybe. What do you think? To my mind it doesn’t need them, the words say it all.
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Oh thank you so much! There are certain areas in English where I’m a little blurry, one of them is punctuations. Haha! Now I think, maybe I’m abusing them.
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It’s something that editors tear their hair over 🙂 If you overdo exclamation marks it’s like shouting all the time. Be sparing and keep them for emergencies 🙂
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Haha! I understand. I definitely do not want to shout my poems. I’ll use more carefully from now on. Thank you!
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If we all shared the little bits of wisdom we possess, we’d all be better writers 🙂
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Indeed! Such wise words.
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🙂
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