We are drawn like moths to flames,
As such we are to beautiful things.
For a pretty girl we'd play her games,
And let her tear off our wings.
We claim such for love's embrace,
But not so, with lies (and flesh) we lie.
Noble intentions we all disgrace.
We chase sex, not love, until we die.
Author notes
"It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown."--Holly Black, Tithey
A contest entry
- Contest #3 (Quote Prompts) by VelvetWings.
1050 points, ended June 12, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hello, and thanks for entering my contest.
I felt in your poem an odd bittersweet feeling; most likely because of the cold, carnal truth of it mixed with the upbeat rhythm to your piece--it doesn't quite match. For a rhyming piece I felt it was a little on the short side, but I enjoyed it nevertheless.
Once again thanks for entering, and good luck.
~Sparrow
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