With Just a Touch Of My Lips

By Christine Demerath

With just a touch of my lips,
I can burn ones soul,
Destroy their live,
And restart my own little hell.

With just a touch of my lips,
I would set a man's heart afire,
If not for this living curse,
I'd be with him.

With just a touch of my lips,
I ripped his life away,
His soul and heart,
Within a little whisper of time,
I took his soul,
And there's no going back,
We thought there was no more,
For my heart was too weak,
Where did I go,
When did I lose myself,
To this quite little personality,
I no longer fly with happiness,
Or feel pleasure the way I use to feel,
The me I once was has disappeared,
Only a strain of her remains,
The strain I hope to follow,
Back to who I once was,
And to the man I love.

With just a touch of my lips,
And the words that followed,
I final shattered his frightened soul,
Telling them what he wanted to hide,
Telling them what he wanted to forget,
The crimson woman told of the first deed he had done,
Leaving the Angel first to strike,
With his unforgiving words,
Then was my turn to tell the goulash tail,
Not of my own free will,
We where forced to kiss one last time,
Without the passion,
That burned deep the night before,
I learned the truth,
I wish I hadn't,
Not there, not then,
Another time and another place,
Another way I would have understood,
But when I touched his lips,
He went into me,
Making me hate him,
When I didn't,
When he did,
If only I could have seen that the hate wasn't from me,
But it is too late,
I doubt I will see my love again,
Here or in the here after,
I doubt I deserve such a gift.