Forgotten thoughts of my memory
mist over my mind as I find
a once warm hand intervening me...
Almost as I once was warned
to scatter from you not to skinny
dip in your deeply embedded thorns
it's not as if I knew your tricks
were trickling round the rims of your rose
lingering my lips with each spurious kiss.
But now I've awaken from the abyss
of tremulous giggles and ignorant bliss,
rudely aroused by this glacial tryst
that will feel so fantastic once
you realize my eyes are past it:
Beyond the catchy tune of your tattered words.
A comfy hop out of your lure,
the chill of your touch provided the cure.
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