06-14-2016, 01:32 AM
This one is probably my shortest I've ever written:
Certain Love:
Self-love, dying to hate, whereas fingers can’t relate
Voicing grievances, rather than mutually masturbate
Ripped out your heart from it's emotional sleeve
Next to where the roses ejaculate their seeds,
budding a new-born spring, Incandescent feelings,
showered in blood, crying tears thicker than mud
Savoring sweet nothings from vacant voices
Like chewing a poisoned candied apple
Drawing from the well of indifferent choices
Salting the womb, the still born at noon
Forsaken a vice broken in disgust
Never satisfied until it costs a life…
Slightly revised:
Certain love:
Self-love, dying to hate, holding hands,
Cross your fingers and masturbate
Eat your heart out from its emotional sleeve
Next to where the roses ejaculate their seeds,
budding a new-born spring, Incandescent feelings,
showered in blood, crying tears softer than mud
Savoring sweet nothings from vacant voices
Like chewing a poisoned candied apple
Drawing from the well of indifferent choices
Salting the womb, the still born at noon
Forsaken a vice broken in disgust
Never satisfied until it costs a life…
Certain Love:
Self-love, dying to hate, whereas fingers can’t relate
Voicing grievances, rather than mutually masturbate
Ripped out your heart from it's emotional sleeve
Next to where the roses ejaculate their seeds,
budding a new-born spring, Incandescent feelings,
showered in blood, crying tears thicker than mud
Savoring sweet nothings from vacant voices
Like chewing a poisoned candied apple
Drawing from the well of indifferent choices
Salting the womb, the still born at noon
Forsaken a vice broken in disgust
Never satisfied until it costs a life…
Slightly revised:
Certain love:
Self-love, dying to hate, holding hands,
Cross your fingers and masturbate
Eat your heart out from its emotional sleeve
Next to where the roses ejaculate their seeds,
budding a new-born spring, Incandescent feelings,
showered in blood, crying tears softer than mud
Savoring sweet nothings from vacant voices
Like chewing a poisoned candied apple
Drawing from the well of indifferent choices
Salting the womb, the still born at noon
Forsaken a vice broken in disgust
Never satisfied until it costs a life…