three blue candles in a row where she knew she shouldn’t go in a room of closed desire smoke now circles ever higher lying thoughtlessly has crept promises have not been kept but she does not care somehow in the feeling she has now for the burning justifies broken vows and sequent lies as she … Continue reading "three blue candles"
Debt’s an Anaconda That crushes you, but slowly; Lust, a Venus Flytrap That quickly takes you wholly Envy is an Adder That poisons at the heel Depression is a Spider That takes time with its meal
That's all it is.
Have you never thought about it?
With an added postscript.
He was surprised.