August 16, 2010
By theVillager SILVER, Mound City, South Dakota
theVillager SILVER, Mound City, South Dakota
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Your love is like a poison dear
On looks alone the choice is clear
I brace myself on what's to come
Bottled up is less than fun

You sneak right up and gain control
The toxins now are taking their toll
The feel, the taste, the burn, and more
Linger there while it floods my core

My mind will stagger, no actions done
The passionate surge, too much to overcome
Venom flows within my veins
Your love is starting to give me pains

The darkness trap surrounds me now
Will I make it out, when and how
This single candle starts to burn
Growing stronger, now it's my turn

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