Sloppy love made in hast with shattered wings
My hearts hollow to beat, withered contempt
Impatient by the deep misery love now brings
When desires are high but love exempt
Emotions lacking sense, naked, humped dry
Still holding on to a feeble beating
Like sparks fading on the 4th of July
What once was affection is now fleeting
Desire simplicity of the soul
Confide in reflection, fulfilling self
All companionship combats for control
New affections to place on your trophy shelf
Though hearts are gentle and clumsily fall
Love does not make a fool of us all
Thursday, November 10, 2011
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