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Lust...not love.
Contributed by
Shira
on
Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 06:23:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I smell your scent of bitter lemons
You come closer, tie in hand, heart
far, far away.
In this morrow, I hear the sound of
monstrous lust that is your
eyes, your cold, blue eyes.
How did I get here, in this place?
With only my apron to call my own.
Does fate seem to enjoy watching
me suffer?
A fool I was to think that your love
was mine.
LOVE
What is this?
To count the hours of afternoons
alone? Is this love?
To be in pain during sleep, your fingers
running so quickly down my chest.
Is this love?
To be forever in "debt" to you, for
bringing me in to your home?
Is this love?
I don't think so.
This is called Lust, the undying anguish
I call my life.
~Shira
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Shira
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2004-08-12 18:23:32]
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Re: Lust...not love.
(User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on
Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 07:02:43 PM AEST
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Maybe I'm wrong, but lust in a " healthy " relationship, tempered by love, can be a very good and exciting thing. In this light, you have removed the tempering buffer ... the tenderness, that love instills. Lust is now an ugly thing. What an incredibly sad poem. An awesome write. It will make me think for awhile. 5 stars here !
Naz ~ |
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