Nothing More Then Rust

by manic moments   Nov 28, 2006


The firelight is seen in eyes
Roving through the day that tries
Scandalous thoughts among the air
Freedom of speech, words without care

Spirited away by liquid of influence
Lips meeting in a moment of difference
Turn away, unwanted the choice of romance
Decided now that this wasn't a chance

Won't stop, won't turn away
Keeps going, beside what is to say
Cry out against attacking lust
Wedding band holds nothing more then rust

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