Kiss poem

You kiss me on these red pursed lips.
You hold me in the deep of darkest nights.
Youpromiseme the whole wide world and all it can give.
But it doesn't mean I love you.

It might seem I give my whole toyou.
Alas, This just isn't true.
I have a seperate life to you.
The one I live when I am alone, in my hole.

The person portrayed is all a facade.
The person you love is a fake, a fraud.
I seek to find myself.
You are just another page in the book.