jealousy
it was only a kiss
[oh what a kiss will lead to]
something I wish
I’d never saw
something stuck in a dream
I only dream
I only dream
the same dream now
and I’m sure it must be killing me
the kiss & the dress
the drag of the cigarette
as the song goes on
so does the kiss
—slipping off her dress
july two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Note: Based on the song “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers
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Very cleverly written. One could say it’s a Killer of a verse.
Thanks so much, Chris!