The candles weren't lit
the wine sat untouched
the embers softly speaking.
for love is not the picturesque
compassion we think of; uttering
the words of complete chaos and
ignites unholy thoughts, unveiling
inner desires kept dormant in
our sleep. Dreaming of worlds
where the candles are lit and
roses mean something to us.
Tis' the downfall of man. And
the wine glass was lifted.
