Two bodies intertwined in the customary dance
Lying with deceit and a smile on the face
With their own hands they created the feast
The last that they would possibly taste
Drunk on the light-headedness
Drunk with pleasure
Drunk on each other’s sly plan
Alive discovering the hidden treasure
The words that made her melt
The song that turned him cold
It is a funeral that senses the living
And the story that never unfolds
2 comments:
oooh youre *good*
what visuals,
the un-unfolding story,
the words bit again!
just right girl.
I'm glad I got this out of my system. I started writing this September last year, couldn't find a way to end it :P Thanks to a movie I saw today, it inspired me to find the perfect ending!
Also, remind me not to tell you too much the next time!
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