Dark Poetry #4 |
Through a glass darkly. |
cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
The mirror of brief oblivion Is easy enough to find. A counterfeit, cracked reflection, An embrace of a different kind. Lips that still tell lies, but now, Because I want them to. An hours escape, and does it matter, That it isn't really you? And Love? Well, what of that? The same suspended disbeliefs, But hampered by a deep-hulled heart, Threading treach'rous hidden reefs. This way, at least, I know my heart is safe, For in those arms it can never chafe. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Girls, God, love... yeah, it has its moments. -GIS Jesus |
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