Sunday, November 4, 2012

Once Bitten

My bones can feel it
and you know they can
as you shed your foolish tears
what have you done
what shall you do
now that you've had
your weakened moment
as the reality of lust
bares it's teeth
and your heart begins to run
as mixed emotions -
chase you down
no longer is it fun
when lives are broken
for a kiss upon a naked cheek
there is no logic to apply
because it slyly slips away
to the sound of rotten apples
once bitten - begin to fall.

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