Somewhere there's a moment.
Left behind in time and space where love was left behind a face.
A face all carved from perfect plastic.
Side effects of love were drastic.
The pain it ripped as knife.
Left behind a lovely wife.
With ******* red as cherries.
Fallen fresh from trees.
******* red as ****** tension.
Brewing hard as pure frustration.
Playing with fire a dangerous act.
Love nothing more than matter of fact.
Broken hearts and daisy chains.
Kisses.
Wishes.
Lust and fun.
All said and done.
Love has reached a setting sun.
A falling star a failing breath.
Moments of passion died a death.
Years ago.
Two or three.
I loved your heart and you killed me.
You tore my heart straight from my chest.
A life without is truly best.
But as a woman I'm confused.
Empty hearted.
Bemused.
Forgot the actual art of love.
Mislaid somewhere upon the path.
I look at lovers and I laugh.
Maybe I'm envious.
Perhaps I'm just oblivious.
(c)LIVVI