Stolen Kisses

It was a funny little game

Where no one wins and no one gains

And rules they fall into change

Despite ever knowing that all were insane

We backed up and played all the same

Not only once, but just twice, ever binding enraged

Scattered kisses blown off from the stage

And though you don’t understand

You’ll not regret this coming back as we planned

Sacred rules and natural fools

Tell tales of the things come to pass

Tell of ideal and of rejecting the high

Even clearer when high be defied

Didn’t fall, just forsake, he sinks to embrace by and by

While the kisses he hides find the love of their lives

On the holder of all holy light

Published by dbmoore0727

***All views are my own*** I write commentary on current world events as well as short stories and book reviews. My first book, Where the River Flows - Memories of the Shadow Age, can be found on Amazon (free with Kindle Unlimited). I attended Arizona State University studying neurochemistry. I've worked professionally as a ghostwriter and managed analytical laboratories in supplements and pharmaceuticals, as well as operated as a consultant and technical writer for academics and companies in the science and engineering fields for over ten years. I've been writing creatively all my life. I hope you enjoy the content -- I want my readers to feel empowered to comment and critique as they feel compelled.

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