I have tasted wine before
I would be lying if I said none tasted as good as your lips
Alot tasted better
However you know I am but a cynical fool
One that sees the darkness long before it thinks to approach
And yet you still hold my hand, in the hopes I will declare to you something poetic, something none have declared to you before
But I fear I am too ***** for such a deed
The pure part of me that could produce such romanticism has long be poisoned
And has since died
So I would be selfish if I asksd you to wait
I will not
For even my evil only goes so far