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.
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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