in a poem at the table
a masterpiece of lies in love
his composition celebrates your downfall
/
these are my traitors hands
two silver, hooked offenders
dipping into the well of you
/
this is my gentle sin
his promise, unfulfilled
the plan: my pirate's map, his cruel hunt
X
your puppet smile is straining
X
his words, a loaded gun
X
your flower heart is wilting
X
my wicked work is done.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC
in a poem at the table
a masterpiece of lies in love
his composition celebrates your downfall
/
these are my traitors hands
two silver, hooked offenders
dipping into the well of you
/
this is my gentle sin
his promise, unfulfilled
the plan: my pirate's map, his cruel hunt
X
your puppet smile is straining
X
his words, a loaded gun
X
your flower heart is wilting
X
my wicked work is done.
watch me never do justice to a pirate metaphor ;)
