Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Sweet Shop


What my heart feels,
I cannot tell

My mind is fogged,
but I must not fail...

Not so unlike the sickening weed,
but a fierce passion,
I cannot feed.

You're standing right behind me,
(teasing) sweet breath upon my neck...

Why torture me so cruelly?


The rose I cannot smell
The jewel I cannot touch
The sweets I cannot taste
The love I cannot have...

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