Poetry

A kiss of a flame
the hearts true desire,
a lick of love from an ember of fire,
A souls need, a hang on a wire,
to find out at last your intent to conspire.
To which I proclaim as the ultimate crier,
you never loved me, you infinite liar.


I find that I really love to write from someone elses perspective, so please don't read anything into my words.
My inspiration for poetry comes from my favorite author, Sara Teasdale.