Feb 2015
I wrote a tragedy with my lips
the story of our love
the pages of your hands across my skin
paragraphs of our hidden desire
our stolen kisses written in-between the lines of the public eye
the ******
metaphors to mask our immorality
chapters filled with indiscretions
the leatherbound catastrophe of your infidelity
the bookends were our lips
and between them was the story of our tragic love
the story of our love
the pages of your hands across my skin
paragraphs of our hidden desire
our stolen kisses written in-between the lines of the public eye
the ******
metaphors to mask our immorality
chapters filled with indiscretions
the leatherbound catastrophe of your infidelity
the bookends were our lips
and between them was the story of our tragic love
I have to admit, I'm not entirely content with this. I'll probably add more, and edit it more. I just wanted to save it.
Anyway, pretty much, if you didn't get this already, this is about my ongoing relationship with this guy who is kind of already dating someone. He's an *******. Technically so am I, but whatever. It's an artistic choice, a nice muse.
Anyway, pretty much, if you didn't get this already, this is about my ongoing relationship with this guy who is kind of already dating someone. He's an *******. Technically so am I, but whatever. It's an artistic choice, a nice muse.
