tiny poems from my past

by pattikeno on July 4, 2015

These poems are from 93-96

No one wants to touch me

Who would dare

To try and

Touch the girl

Who is not there

—

I kiss your lips

with cold

intentions

I kiss your lips

with sweet

remorse

I kiss your lips

and linger

softly

I kiss your lips

and long

for forgiveness

—

Here I am

Dressed in red

Aimed to please

Am I dead,

or just losing my memories

Not dead,

just slowly dying

eyes are red

from all this crying

—

all poems ©Patti Keno

Posted in 1995, 1996, Patti Keno, Poetry

Tags: A Murder of One, ache, crying, desire, emotion, empath, family, first love, heartache, hidden, invisibility, invisible, longing, loss, lost love, Patti Keno, reminicise, self image, silence, vunerability

2 responses to “tiny poems from my past”

derrickjknight says:

July 5, 2015 at 2:47 am

Welcome back

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- pattikeno says:
  
  July 15, 2015 at 3:07 pm
  
  thanks. I’m hoping to be posting more stuff soon.
  
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