Trapped!

Trapped in your love, with my heart in a vice.
The Knife you still twist once or twice.
Love is like an archer’s bow,
Looks long and slender but still deadly.
The arrow too the heart is the only start,
As the poison curses flow your veins.
It makes you feel insane.
And then a sweet voice of friendship whisper’s in your ear,
She loves another.
You smoother yourself in yesterdays dreams.
Even the sweetest tasting cherry,
Can taste like gone off sherry at that hour.
You feel like a devote, and empty abbess
And the only answer is to get pissed,
And reminisce on the past.
Dream of some one kicking your ass,
Just so you feel like it will last.
If you’re dead they can’t take her out of your head,
Love is still there instead of bare.
There is someone out there that cares,
But all you get is dead stairs.

Love Light Peace

Tankboy!