ARCHIVE #4 5-19-98
Your precious smile, Your gentle kiss
The longing for more of this,
Your sweet words, Your tender touch
Loving you so very much.
Being the fool of a stupid love game
Hurting all the same,
Fooled by your so-called loving nature
In a well of torture.
Chained, dangling over a pit of fire
So.. this is what love has inspired,
Tears falling down my face like a fountian of rain
All the while laughing
Flames crawl up my body making me sting
This is called a love-thing,
Your sweet smile haunts my visions of hell
Your taking this quite well.
Eyes staring at me, sending me from my mind
Oh, what a wonder,...they're mine,
Laughter of a voice that seems so untrue
Sadly.....that's mine too!
I'm seeing you take this into deep affection
It's that kind of connection,
With my last breath of dirty air, I scream to you
So this is what you meant by
I love you!
by Frankie Morton
I walk across the bridge of doubts
into the sea of shame
Among the deepest forest of fear
my life is just a game
I race among the train of sadness
crash and tumble down
I scream and scream of madness
but don't even hear a sound
I jump into the lake of roughness
and realize I can't swim
I sink beneath the deadly waters
and all my life goes dim
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