Ludas: love that is played as a game or sport; conquest
Mania: obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows
Pragma: love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Baby blue, how suiting you were
Such a natural born novice
L o s t
/// Naïve /// playing in a rose garden
Stabbed by thorns masked in Soft Pink
Such a delicately pieced tragedy
You stupid Little Girl,
How could you not know?
Salt water lips stinging my tongue
Tuscan Sun engulfed by Black
Obsidian snaking though your veins.
Why?
Thoughts intertwining with
Feelings
soon washes the alabaster with cherry
Lost in the abyss of her eyes,
Breaths are heavier
And your body constricts
You bite,
You scratch,
You wale in lusting agony
--- But roses no longer fill your lungs
--- And marigold no longer fills your veins
What a stupid, stupid mistake.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Ludas: love that is played as a game or sport; conquest
Mania: obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows
Pragma: love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Baby blue, how suiting you were
Such a natural born novice
L o s t
/// Naïve /// playing in a rose garden
Stabbed by thorns masked in Soft Pink
Such a delicately pieced tragedy
You stupid Little Girl,
How could you not know?
Salt water lips stinging my tongue
Tuscan Sun engulfed by Black
Obsidian snaking though your veins.
Why?
Thoughts intertwining with
Feelings
soon washes the alabaster with cherry
Lost in the abyss of her eyes,
Breaths are heavier
And your body constricts
You bite,
You scratch,
You wale in lusting agony
--- But roses no longer fill your lungs
--- And marigold no longer fills your veins
What a stupid, stupid mistake.
