We burned so bright
That we burned too fast,
And in the end
We could only grasp at ashes.
To think
The heart is so
Easily punctured,
I am ashamed to have been so
Soft, and open, and naive
That Eros made such
Easy target of me.
And perhaps I wanted him to.
But how lovely it was
To be alive in such
Giddy company
That set the heart to flames,
And stirred storms in the stomach.
Mornings slept peacefully,
Nights woke vibrantly,
And evening strolls beneath
Street lamps were
Something of a dream
-- It is all just a dream --
And days were only numbers
In the books of the universe.
What is time
When time should not exist?
But no matter,
For infatuation in the
Sweet guise of romance
Soon let up its claws,
Left its wounds,
And the rose-coloured lenses that
Once blinded me
Shattered
Leaving shards and shrapnel
To embed my eyes
'Til bitterness befell my mind
And cold tendrils
Curled 'round my middle
So that I could no longer eat,
And I could not bear the sight
Of such wicked fruit,
And Eden was lost to me.
I should have known
Love so skinny
Would starve.
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Gin in Teacups
Random"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
