The Illogical Feud

Fire's fickle flare falls down Rosy cheeks with violent wet streaks of fury shattered against the shores of tragedy. Hair torn, grace forlorn feigning futile fights from last morn now rendered pointless by endless scorn. Free flows follow fine lines between sorrowful and happy times bittersweet empty crimes unsustained lies, times terrible truths held to roost smashing boundaries juiced like sour limes. Green, with envy no longer gently held behind dry mascara recently welled and screams, so gleefully yelled at who? The vast verbal vindictive void, the nothing, the emptiness You held so deep, that only passion could melt that frozen keep. teeth gnashing like a spiked portcullis holding back your mortal lips from words so venomous they bring abyss. - A journey started by a single kiss.