This Burns Her: And So She Rants and Rages

Hit the dance floor

Let us live only for loving,
And every time we enter a room together,
Let the hearts of the people stop.
Silence would signal,
That she's been cured of me,
But I can hear her screaming.

And I slur:
The shoddy, shiny emblem of my love,
Is hangin' 'round your neck,
The sole purpose of this token:
Is to taint your sublime mess of a head,
Suffusing over your holiness...

Author's Note

Don't go toward the light.

Reviews

[StacyPerry]

That was an interesting piece......rock on hun

[Ruth]

I like the last line in this:) Surreality! This is really cool work love!
Great wording in a game of rise and falling lol
xx

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

surreality threaded between the games of love~
clever word construction/play
my favorite line by far

"taint your sublime mess of a head,"