Burnt Lips

Hello All, This thought struck me when I was thinking of a scenario where if someone by mistake keeps a cig other way around while smoking, how would it be to have their lips burnt.

Wrote one paragraph and it lead me further to complete the poem. Later the same first paragraph drove me to think in another front and made me write another poem, and yet another. Having the first paragraph same, 3 poems are written now.

Please go through all of them and tell me which one you like the most. Thank you. 

Burnt Lips – 1

My lips are burnt
Soft pink lips are now turned black, rough
Did not have a clue till I felt the fire
When my lips were locked with yours

Every time you touch, I explode
Rush in blood veins, I turn red
Every time you stare, I dissolve
I dissolve in to lava from iron

This is no small game, it’s a fight
Fight between you and me
I put everything I have for the fight
Every space we find becomes our battle field

No winning or losing here
It’s a life or death combat
All feelings turned in to weapons
And we battle till we die.

Burnt Lips – 2

My lips are burnt
Soft pink lips are now turned black, rough
Did not have a clue till I felt the fire
When my lips were locked with yours

I thought that was love
I carried the burning marks with pride
I lost my laugh for weeks in pain
Burning takes a minute, healing a month

You never kissed me again
Thought you were concerned
My lips just had few scars left
I was ready to get burnt again

This time your kiss, just didn’t burn me
Your lips were filled with poison
Now on my last breath I realize
It was hate not love you had.

Burnt Lips – 3

My lips are burnt
Soft pink lips are now turned black, rough
Did not have a clue till I felt the fire
When my lips were locked with yours

I knew it is passion which became fire
I was overwhelmed for the love you have
Your eyes were closed tight
I believed you have my image behind the closed eyes

You started getting rough day by day
I like a flower, was blossomed by your love
Loved you from the bottom of my heart
Took all pain you gave with smile

You whispered ‘her’ name when lost control
Your eyes were shut the way it used to be
I now know, why so passion and pain
You always had ‘her’ behind those closed eyes

My heart is now a broken mirror
I see your and ‘her’ face in every single piece
I cry blood in pain and devastation
Those scars keep reminding me of the betrayal

BhaShe