What were they like?

They were the deciding factor

Of a good or bad day

Of whether I was okay

If we were okay

 

They could change my mood

Stop me in my tracks

Jumble my mind

Blind me from the truth

 

Like heroin

I was their addict

Ephemeral pleasure

Everlasting poison

 

By the end

I was weak

Lost

Stripped of all identity

 

And they appeared

In my dreams

In my fantasies

Reliving each one

 

And now

Hard as I try

I can’t remember

What your kisses were like

🌷(3)

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Becky Who

Sun 30th Sep 2018 13:06

I really like this. I love the way the last line hits and all that we've just read has new sense.

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Martin Elder

Sat 29th Sep 2018 23:47

A powerful poem Jara.
Nice one

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