Ghost of Smiles Upon Dead Lips

The first kiss of your lover,
left you breathless,
gasping for air,
starry eyed, reeling

Like you had seen the very face of GOD,
Take nothing sacred like that for granted
such precious seconds of bliss are rare

What brings a smile
to your lips
must be holy in a world
so contaminated with pain

This world is made of knives that cut
that leave you bloodstained and scarred
beware the razorblades hidden in her smile