celestialhoney831

Lips like fire and stained with dread we use our moves in tainted beds toasting sins with darker wine we sigh and name our lies divine. Were we made to be this spry, or were our highs a bitter lie? (it's a gruesome parody- how we love with lust-) your lying eyes and sultry lips with hips that dip and swing, words are spoken, are they quips about your blighted bantering- yes, you're easy, that's quite clear your eyes are stained with sex, my dear but I'll love you, just tonight we'll wash among one night's delight. when tomorrow comes around I'll be gone without a sound because my dear you've loved too much and I'm not one t

we reach for tepid tangible rays of sunlight in our lives, left in weaving words come wrangled from our minds; languid lines left to linger like a lover's touch- sweet frosted fingers holding the first trembling buds of spring. Taking isn't really hard but leaves a bitter taste, the taste of bitter burnt arrays of lattes spent to waste; wasting what we've got to grasp and always wanting more, never looking to our life to open up the door-- and enter into lavish lives of wanting little more than the love of only one, the one thing lacked before. Serenity you found with him or whoever holds your heart, someone who would take your l

Searching for immortal words among our daily dish, A plethora of languid lines all screaming for one wish, that which is a healing grace to mend our broken hearts, form into a gleaming shield from all the broken parts. A shield which heals the soul inside and keeps it locked away, keeps it warm and safe from lies that cause a disarray; the one good thing that turns us bad, as though that makes much sense, the one good thing that keeps us wound and keeps our shoulders tense. Perverse desire to make us hurt to know that we're alive; Intense desire to make it right, we're learning to survive, to strive to work for life, for love, for f