Intimacy framed
and hung for all to see
by none other than me
put you to shame,
and I fell off my ladder
hanging our moment
and you allowed me to
hit the cold ground
face first with a smack.
I kiss the ground.
I would have rather kissed your lips
but you can't trust me
not to tell.
Our hearts aflame
once with passion and desire
until this situation dire
burned them in a different way.
They're now charred forever
when you look in my eyes
all you see is a liar,
all I see is ice.
And to the man I credit this whole charade to:
Your mouth is as big as mine.
You should have known when I had said
my secret that it should go dead
to you and everything would work out fine.
And I laugh about it with you
but on the inside
I'm stabbing you with knives
as hot as her eyes were
when she found out I had let it slip.
That's pretty ******* hot.
Believe me, I know.
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 1:50 PM UTC
Intimacy framed
and hung for all to see
by none other than me
put you to shame,
and I fell off my ladder
hanging our moment
and you allowed me to
hit the cold ground
face first with a smack.
I kiss the ground.
I would have rather kissed your lips
but you can't trust me
not to tell.
Our hearts aflame
once with passion and desire
until this situation dire
burned them in a different way.
They're now charred forever
when you look in my eyes
all you see is a liar,
all I see is ice.
And to the man I credit this whole charade to:
Your mouth is as big as mine.
You should have known when I had said
my secret that it should go dead
to you and everything would work out fine.
And I laugh about it with you
but on the inside
I'm stabbing you with knives
as hot as her eyes were
when she found out I had let it slip.
That's pretty ******* hot.
Believe me, I know.
Copyright 2010 by Victor Thorn- From Losing It
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