I Do Not Recognize the Face I See In the Mirror

ERRANTLY ERRANT There once be a pair They met in a park In the darkness of despair And suddenly a spark But an errant flame this would be Alas, a lady’s lad and a lovely lass ‘twas on a night two wouldst agree Each to decree and agree to walk on hot rocks and glass Oh the sharpened shale of depth be its goal Leaving their blood as a trail leading to nowhere And oh the innocence illicit illustrations stole Yet neither made naked their better judgment nor fear Each pair of eyes focused on a flickering lamp Yet minds beset by a "should or shouldn’t they?" And there midst a misty eve so damp Was a nighttime which would earnestly earn its pay And so they rose to stroll somewhere both knew little of by blindness and bastardized belittlement the two were spurred No, this kinship was not based on everlasting love But rather both died of dope is the story I heard © 2011.….poefree