I still can't believe!
What my lips have done,
Kissing your lips was terrible.
I'm still asking myself.
Why did I stand so low?
Why did I give you a kiss?
I feel awful.
I'm looking at my beloved wife.
The beautiful lady in my life.
I met her just after parting ways with you.
I mean my current spouse.
She's beautiful and tidy.
I kiss her freely.
Unlike you, with those chapped lips.
When I think about you.
I see humiliation.
In you, I see a playground.
I've been practicing to kiss someone.
Yet I regret kissing those lips.
When I think about them,
My heart gets filled with regretful sadness.
Anguish over liking the wrong things.
As I closed my eyes,
I see a bunch of ghosts.
And I see you leading their way.
Then, I ask myself one question.
Was I kissing a ghost?
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
Every creative piece is just me, telling a story. Enjoy!
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Comments (2)
Ugh, like is he cheating on his wife? Loved your poem!
Oh dear, this got me laughing ... hehehe ... too good you are my sister!