Our time's at hand or can't you tell?
This love has run its course
There is no time to make amends
And it might be just as well
A love like this tastes of sour wine
And bitter sweet upon my tongue
It truly is the sweetest embrace
That can bring the angels undone
And it doesn't really matter at all
How far it is we have to fall...
How is happiness a state of mind
If we are all so mistaken
Because nothing really can compare
When in love you're so forsaken
It begs the question after all
What is truth when love is blind
That is sweetest embrace we crave
The higher the climb the further the fall
And it doesn't really matter at all
How far it is we have to fall...
So lay your hands upon my brow
And cure this fevered heart
Salvation can be ours to share
If we tear it all apart
I won't be the one to stop you now
I'll be a part of your secret plans
Don't let pain and sorrow be a shield
To save you from outrageous demands
So how did we begin this farce?
How can you win only when you lose?
There is no future gazing at the past
And when it's over it's over
And then it's such a shame
To end a love doomed from the start
To treat it like a game
But love and lust go hand in hand
It's then it's hard to chose
Which is which and what is left
And who in the end will lose...
How can we win only when we lose?
A contest entry
- Does Love Exist Anymore??? by Lyrical Rain.
600 points, ended July 20, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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This is beautiful.. The style and flow are marvelous... I admit it's a bit lengthy but I found that it added to the beauty..
Keep it up and thanks for sharing.
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the higher the climb the further the fall
theres truth to your poem -
Beautiful poem sweetheart
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Sometimes the syllables seem a little off, but at the same time it feels like the style of the poem.
My favourite line is "Our time's at hand or can't you tell?". And also the last.
A good write
Good luck!
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