Fallacious words and
Temperate attention
Still I am a moth who never learns
To stay away from the baneful light. Time is dragging us
Your justifications cannot further and further
Substitute reasoning. apart.
Countless times
You've intoxicated me I am drowning
With our effortless chemistry. in your
I feel like I am burning endless deception
But I am in no position
To claim physical pain.
So feed me more synthetic flattery, We seem to be parallel lines,
If I had to choose between the only constant
An honest lover and a dreamy liar, we are capable of holding
I'd pick you again and again.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Fallacious words and
Temperate attention
Still I am a moth who never learns
To stay away from the baneful light. Time is dragging us
Your justifications cannot further and further
Substitute reasoning. apart.
Countless times
You've intoxicated me I am drowning
With our effortless chemistry. in your
I feel like I am burning endless deception
But I am in no position
To claim physical pain.
So feed me more synthetic flattery, We seem to be parallel lines,
If I had to choose between the only constant
An honest lover and a dreamy liar, we are capable of holding
I'd pick you again and again.
((Poem doesn't show up correctly on cell phones))
