A Gift Given

A gift lost, given with the greatest intentions,

She no longer loves like she used to.

 

Kisses are commonplace,

When they meet,

Face to face,

What else is there to do?

-The expected.

 

She no longer drinks love,

Its lust she is after.

Lust that burns when it touches your lips,

Flame when it reaches your belly,

It makes her dance.

Passion blurred feels a lot like happiness,

And that’s all any of us want.

Is it not true?

 

Tell me, when you wake up in the arms of an other,

For instance lets say, in this instance a lover,

One cannot help but feel love.

But the next night, when that lovers face turns,

When your lover walks out that door.

What is a girl, to do?

Does she cry?

Or make amends with that friend that she called a lover,

In hopes that one-day she will find another.

She wills it; it’s all she wants to do.

 

But for the time being, life seems to have no meaning,

He is all that she thinks about, its not news.

So she drinks lust, and feels passion,

Never does she ration- she keeps giving away all that she can.

Then she walks home, climes into her bed alone,

And wakes up each morning smiling.

 

That smile is a secret; she hopes she will keep it,

For the next day, when her lover comes around.

So night after night, she kisses, she bites,

but she holds on to some things,

For her.

Author's Note

It has been a while, what do you think?

Reviews

[Amy Vaughn]

I like this. Is it about you know who?