why do we love
open the door to be robbed
raise the portcullis for invasion
leave our frail hearts open to the skewers and the pain
open our arms for an embrace at knifepoint
put our neck in the guillotine
feed each other our torn-up hearts?
for a smile or a kind word
in fair exchange?
the story of love is loosened ties and running mascara
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
why do we love
open the door to be robbed
raise the portcullis for invasion
leave our frail hearts open to the skewers and the pain
open our arms for an embrace at knifepoint
put our neck in the guillotine
feed each other our torn-up hearts?
for a smile or a kind word
in fair exchange?
the story of love is loosened ties and running mascara