Her Lip Disguised Sweet
NOTE: sexual things-metaphor to alcoholism(or any addiction)
Emotions will trap you, decieve your desires
Her gasoline substance, life lights the fires
She's a box with your heart, with once brilliant glows
Your desertlike mouth to up from below
Purging at the sight of her numbliness bliss
Tempting yet wrong-her deadliest kiss
Her tounge engages you once, it's up then it's down
Blind, death and dumb at the logical sound
She's a snare, she's a trap-you can be let go
She hurts as she wraps yet feels soft as snow
Addiction? Reluctance? Your feet set in stone
But open your eyes- you wont be alone.
She cheated! she's lustful, her beauty, her taste
Burned by her lovers, still stay with the waste
Her legs wrapped around you, her arms 'round another
You obey her mindless as if she's your mother
Her scratch kills you slowly-too numb to see
Her chains locked around you-only you have the key
Her lips wet with methol-you can lick, you can spit
But she'll kill as you lick, she'll die at your hit.
poem by Amy Fifita
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