Bliss..

by aPriLLe   Mar 11, 2005


Gold turns into rust
bliss is war
you're now a dust
in a porcelain jar

you're a drug for me
on my solitary days
one of the narcotic squad
with officers array

i'll burn your wings
and watch you fly
heartless sapien in me
with a bittersweet cry

without you is mirth
and a red letter day
let love shine and rebirth
trembling blue stars away

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