By Baby Rose |
Date: 2007 Dec 11
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I am lost....
foraging within the shadow fields,
black pools of ebony to be my companion
and waves oh, blessed waves wash over me in sweet bliss,
let me lose myself within this epiphany,
this revelation, that love is nothing as I believed.....
It is but a great masquerade,
a pretty lie,
with rose petal lips
and flushed cheeks,
but human hearts are composed of crushed stone
and lusty cream,
bitter, hardened, and temptingly sinful...
I am unkempt and swollen,
bruised by curiosity,
my virgin soul buried in broken shards of glass,
where broken clocks make no note
and time creeps upon melted wings of wax....
Such is this life
and so lies my tale,
one which shall be repeated
in the glistening eyes of every day dreamer....