venom of sharp words
pain filters through cringing soul
hurts of past ingrained
* * * *
Passion burning red,
Lingering blue freezing hearts,
Obsidian grows.
* * * * * *
Lightning rolls through air-
In the tinged champagne skin of
Lips, fresh on the trail.
Truth sees it clearly
A most heavy load to bear
Let it go to thrive
Red words dancing on glass floors,
our beautiful hearts
singing words we know too well.
You cease to love me
Money is your salvation ,
Leave me be in peace
