If you’ll cut it, <br />It won’t bleed, <br />If you’ll kiss it, <br />It won’t tremble, <br /> <br />It won’t smile, <br />It won’t be haunted <br />By the taste of your lips! <br /> <br />A cold still heart inside, <br />That once used to suffer like any other, <br />It used to feel the joy and the sorrow, <br />Pale plastic skin seems to cover him … <br /> <br />Now he won’t laugh, <br />Nor kiss back! <br /> <br />By tonight <br />He will be six feet underground, <br />And by tomorrow, <br />I might’ve found a lover to borrow, <br /> <br />Only I will stay the same, <br />Crying in vain, <br />My cries won’t bring him back, <br /> “Stay with me”, <br />It’s pointless to say! <br /> <br />You’ve cut it, <br />And it bleeds, <br />You’ve kissed it, <br />Another song to sing, <br /> <br />You’ve put the purest of liquids, <br />On your lips and drank the whole cup, <br />Not even a dropp for me! <br /> <br />Your lips are lost now, <br />In their eternal stillness, <br />In sleep, in death, in oblivion! <br /> <br /> ©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-for-the-dead-ii/
