Every promise you can't keep,
A drop of blood on thy full lip.
Every moment of desire
Is the most you'll taste of fire.
And a lie that sure would slip
Is the same on which you'll trip.
A drop of blood on thy full lip.
Every moment of desire
Is the most you'll taste of fire.
And a lie that sure would slip
Is the same on which you'll trip.
Believe it or not, that is actually a poem about love.
It's not jolly, but then again, sometimes love isn't either.
At some point the meaning behind "fools in love" is just
that people are fools, and their love is no longer love.
It doesn't last forever.
Fools' September is what I wanted to call that time when
your love slips through your fingers, taking the warmth
that's been keeping your feelings alive with it.
6 comments:
Wow. Definitely thought provoking...and very truthful. I'm getting kind of all the peppy, computer-generated, mainstream pop rock songs about how love is awesome and cool. This is like...a breath of fresh air. Where'd you find it?
Where'd I find what? The song below the poem (Fools in love by Inara George) or the poem itself?
The poem itself.
Oh, lol, that's by me.
4 comments ^_^.
I'd have commented long ago on an awesome post like this if we weren't living together :)
Wow, Crow, hard to keep your wild fantasies to yourself, huh?
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