The Lips are touched,
The Hand is held,
One Door is open,
The Gate to Hell!
The Light is bright,
The future is warm,
Entering Life,
A new Baby is bourne.
Love is short,
Life is shorter,
Caution darling,
Move not toward her.
The Hand is released,
The Lips are kissed,
Life is over,
Now she is pissed.
Comfourt her, he tries,
Memorise the Kite,
Baked Cucumber Pies,
Honeymooners' Night.
Love grows shallow,
Life grows short,
Evil Money talks,
It's Tyme for the Divource.
Hell is opened up,
Tomatoes burst,
They soak in Evil,
The Nightmare becomes worse.
Sweet Childrens' Love,
Naive but true,
Fades with Age,
Similar to Glue.
Death approaches,
Alone and depressed,
Two Hearts stop,
Unholy Love goes unblessed...
Author notes
It's kind of sad, but I tried to put some humour in there to keep the Mood up a little bit...
A contest entry
- il bacio by ShannonLea.
400 points, ended December 12, 2008, 5 entries
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