Playing For Keeps

Wed, 07/03/2013 - 17:13 -- taybear

As you threw me on the floor you kept saying that you love me me. When you got on top of me I swear my heart skipped a beat. Your hands on my body made me quiver. The rush of fear killed the thrill. The taste of your lips was bittersweet as you took my last breath from me.

Comments

coricoco1

i like

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741