It all stops spinning
As your lips touch mine
My teeth; entombed in furry wine
Your tongue soothing in tar
The chamber deathly silent
Daggers welded; away from the enemy
Both sides ready to attack
In the name of ‘love’
Everything’s still spinning
Not that i’d notice
I stil can’t believe i’ve experienced
Beauty personified
Your stomach starts spinning
You’d cry for help but you needn’t know how
A fruit bowl, lemonade, and a rollie:
Is this home?
I hate you for giing up on us
Even though you were the stronger of the two
I HATE thinking of what could have been
You so happy… in your coat