Tuesday, July 31, 2007
/EDIT;
GRAH. I WROTE IT WRONGLY.
Burn, darling, burn.
No one's home,
Your stomach churns,
We are alone.
Child, fly.
(Red passion)
This night, we get high,
No intercession.
Girl, slow down,
Lest you lose your crown.
Shame beneath
Gritted teeth.
Love, create.
And pain.
See, no more hate;
No chains.
Gone!
Bleeding.
And torn,
Fleeing.
Betrayal,
A sharp inhale.
Dreams now broken,
Sweetness forgotten.
Heart you must mend,
Do try to be strong,
(Or at least pretend);
For we won't stay long.
9:53 PM;
