poetry

Pucker Up

By Amy Thomson

 

 

Jealousy hisses,


hot tears start seeping.


They’re sharing kisses


as I lay weeping.


Lonely heart misses


holding hands sleeping.


Pouty lips pucker


I’m the true sucker.

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