Often Mistaken are love and lust.
Bet on a heart, but only to bust.
Love isn't common. In short, a treasure.
So praise it as more than simply a pleasure.
Lust is for fools and ****** desire.
A state of dread is all you'll acquire.
Now defined, keep them apart.
Or find later on a lonesome heart.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Often Mistaken are love and lust.
Bet on a heart, but only to bust.
Love isn't common. In short, a treasure.
So praise it as more than simply a pleasure.
Lust is for fools and ****** desire.
A state of dread is all you'll acquire.
Now defined, keep them apart.
Or find later on a lonesome heart.
I havent written a poem in a while but this was inspired by two arguing acquaintances. One trying to convince the other not to pursue a girl because they had been involved and he truely loves her. As I write this though I almost broke down because in another light it outlines a mistake I made long ago, hence the name "Love and Mistakes" enjoy.
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