Pryce 7 pro.One day love's your greatest high,
the next it makes you want to die,
everyone always wants so much
more than comfort, warmth and touch,
they want to own your fucking soul,
and that's just too damn high a toll,
love grows, then starts to wane,
as jealous lovers go insane,
soon there's nothing left at all
but spattered blood on a bedroom wall.
A dA bud Hestenlover
mentioned this song A little piece of Heaven
after reading the poem. She rocks and so does the vid! Check it out if you need a smile.
I hadn't done a reflective abstract in awhile - because I'm not very good at them anymore. But, 'twas time. Sorry for the grim poem in the month of love. I'm one of those people who writes darker and darker stuff as thier mood gets better and better.