Kiss Poem by E55 Flat

A kiss is something,
to rejoice in.

But not the last,
It is not.

On that night I cried.
I cried so much.
I stopped.

Until Now.
I realize now,
I still cry.
I cry inside through the day.

To myself I cry.
Thinking of you.
Beauty so pure.

You were the best.
I gave you away.

Out here alone,
I will forever cry,
Inside.

Until the end,
I will cry.
But never will I forget OUR LAST KISS.