Love is like a whistling whore
Sexes and seduces
In tune with her melancholic folklore
She perishes in another’s passionate fire
Consummating her true self
As she beckons her highness, majesty or sire
Any dawn and dusk is far too anew
Spreads and screams
Left thousands who have tasted her on cue
She drags from one man’s arm to the others bed
Coaxes and caresses
In sweet illusion she skips away to the dead.
7 Scribbles:
MasterPiece!
Muster Peace!
sravan.
Fitting your mood :-) and so true
Life's a bitch
Love's a whore
Yet we don't give up,
We still want more.
(forgive my attempts at poetry)
bloody brilliant is all i have to say!
AMAZING!
Unatainable. You said it.
I completely understand and I know it hurts.
Take a bow Tsu.
being in the state of mind that I am, I'm exceedingly tempted to agree with you, and send this poem to someone to boot :D
brilliant stuff dude...what makes your poems so wonderful to read is that you write with feeling...and it's gooood :)
its so honest..that it hurts..
Brilliant stuff and ujju hit the nail on the head..
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