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Wine
It drips from lips like blood,
Red and deep.
Liquid liquor that deludes,
A spirit that defies your spirit.
Changes he to hers
And she to his.
Lust.
We’re never happy with ourselves,
Our lives are too much, or not enough.
So we escape.
But our escape is often blood red,
Deluding our heads with images of love,
But what is love but lust?
by EhWell
posted on 06/25/2009
Red and deep.
Liquid liquor that deludes,
A spirit that defies your spirit.
Changes he to hers
And she to his.
Lust.
We’re never happy with ourselves,
Our lives are too much, or not enough.
So we escape.
But our escape is often blood red,
Deluding our heads with images of love,
But what is love but lust?
by EhWell
posted on 06/25/2009
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Comment by Iggy: Jun 26, 2009 9:08 am
Yeah, this poem here, this is GOOD. As in very good. (Reiterating in case the capitalization didn't provide adequate emphasis.) It paints a picture of our tradgedies, our compensations, and how we really cope with things... I'm very impressed with this one!Comment by EhWell: Jun 26, 2009 10:40 pm
The more I read this, the more I like it myself haha. I really hope I get a few more comments on it though...Comment by MyNAMEisBUBBLEICIOUS: Jun 25, 2009 7:31 pm
okay you are very talented.. your poems are deep.. i like the meaning keep writing
You deffinately cause a picture to form in my head.
And I can also easilly put these words to music as a song.
Wonderfully written.
Wonderfull description.
Wonderfull poem.