something i wrote back in april of 07 for this guy i was infatuated with.... boy oh boy twere good times.
Saccharine strawberries Buried in poison Fields. Eerie lovers spook Fervour off each other;
Deride the definition of love.
Adoration is for the raw souls. We walk beside each other In empty gardens. Where ashen flowers Wane from solitude.
Where licentious women convey secrets under lilies roots. You and I step on the dissolute, Waking all self indulgence.
Lured by harmonious fingers Reaching enticement In places where secrets are revealed Only under dusk.
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Saccharine strawberries
Buried in poison
Fields. Eerie lovers spook
Fervour off each other;
Deride the definition of love.
Adoration is for the raw souls.
We walk beside each other
In empty gardens.
Where ashen flowers
Wane from solitude.
Where licentious women convey
secrets under lilies roots.
You and I step on the dissolute,
Waking all self indulgence.
Lured by harmonious fingers
Reaching enticement
In places where secrets are revealed
Only under dusk.