It had the smell of love
It had the hot sticky sweat of love
It had the urgency and reckless
passion of love
It had that god awful feel of love
It had the perfect illusion of love
But the madness was missing
And without the madness
there was no music for their
demons to dance to
No moon for their monsters
to howl at
It was just flesh pilled on top
of flesh
Loneliness dressed up in the
guise of love
Imitating love, moving like love
But never falling like love
Never tempting that danger
Never tempting madness
Never tempting the promises
of forever
Never tempting true love
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
It had the smell of love
It had the hot sticky sweat of love
It had the urgency and reckless
passion of love
It had that god awful feel of love
It had the perfect illusion of love
But the madness was missing
And without the madness
there was no music for their
demons to dance to
No moon for their monsters
to howl at
It was just flesh pilled on top
of flesh
Loneliness dressed up in the
guise of love
Imitating love, moving like love
But never falling like love
Never tempting that danger
Never tempting madness
Never tempting the promises
of forever
Never tempting true love
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