a pound of flesh
By molock
i think about you,,
every now and then.
every now and then.
​every time you come
'round,
...love crushes me
again.
grab the bottle,
...drink it down.
swimmin' in
heartbreak,
take one more
shot before i
drown...
a pound of flesh,
...to rob me of my
memories.
'cause i'm not able
to forget,
...the way things
used to be.
a Judas kiss,
...just between you
and me.
blood on your lips,
please,
just set me free...
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On Thursday, April 7, 2016, tmanzano
(210) wrote:
I am not typically fond of rhythmic and rhyming poetry, as it seems to lend itself to words that will fit in and loses my attention in translation...but this is so well done. I never felt the effort of the word injection or the muse weaving rhyme. Bravo sir.
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On Thursday, April 7, 2016, molock
(314) wrote:
thank you so much for the kind words, your comment is truly humbling.
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A former member wrote:
"a Judas kiss, ...just between you and me." Treacherous love is the worst. Great piece!
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On Thursday, April 7, 2016, molock
(314) wrote:
thank you CreatureOfTheNight you're right this is the worst kind of love ....the kind you just can't quite get over.
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On Thursday, April 7, 2016, soul_versing
(882) wrote:
This drives deep at the core, weakening the outer exterior of flesh. I felt every word penned and; although saddening, this was also a rude awakening. -Applauds
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On Thursday, April 7, 2016, molock
(314) wrote:
thank you so much for the kind words, I know a lot of us have been down this road, tragic love.