Okay So I'm Back...Maybe
So I decided to give lj a try again out of bordom, i delted most of you so if you're still my friend you're lucky you may not be for much longer... and now a poem.
Saturated Sugar
Desperate are these memories
And their reflections are gold
The love was the purest
So the promises were sold
Delete childhood entries
And the love letters from you
The crush was too much
And the love was too true
I'll cry and I'll cry and I'll cry and I'll cry
Baptized in poison were these blades in my side
The 6th was a Sunday
And it was seized in vain
The Sunday was false
The promise was sprained
These are the splinters
From the fractures we made
The graves are so deep
And our coffins are fake
I dreamed of your eye lashes, your kisses, your skin
Ironic it seems that sinners do love and lovers do sin
So, Baby Eskimo, may I have this dance?
To saturate love's sugar with the reddest of blood
These wounds fit my tongue like a hand in a glove
Saturated Sugar
Desperate are these memories
And their reflections are gold
The love was the purest
So the promises were sold
Delete childhood entries
And the love letters from you
The crush was too much
And the love was too true
I'll cry and I'll cry and I'll cry and I'll cry
Baptized in poison were these blades in my side
The 6th was a Sunday
And it was seized in vain
The Sunday was false
The promise was sprained
These are the splinters
From the fractures we made
The graves are so deep
And our coffins are fake
I dreamed of your eye lashes, your kisses, your skin
Ironic it seems that sinners do love and lovers do sin
So, Baby Eskimo, may I have this dance?
To saturate love's sugar with the reddest of blood
These wounds fit my tongue like a hand in a glove