Saturday, December 10, 2011

Coquettish Trance

Her stink is all over me

How sweet the smell

Makes me cringe as I remember

Her lovely soft face

I can still feel the crushing weight of her actions on my mind

How I miss her false embrace

This vicious drama pokes holes through my soul

Showing me how beauty is both blissful and cruel

What a sick joke?

I wish I could get the punch-line