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An unfinished poem about 2 loveless partners |
Kiss me through the veil of falsehood dear, Ignorance is the sweetest gift on offer So hold my frigid body close, lest I tear. The rice fell and in their hearts was laughter Yet we both know deep inside that the future’s murder, For our bodies shan’t stay young forever darlin’ We know what’s awaiting When the apple first crunched in Eve’s mouth And she did nigh on everything for her Adam, She was cast from heaven to toil in pain. And so we continue the tradition they set Of loving too much yet not at all together, Weighing up everything, nothing and all between We know what’s awaiting We undress and drown in a sea of needless passion Before we both cry, never quite knowing why We do so, we did so, and we’ll do so again. The Peach-face by our window, stares in and weeps For two lost souls who drifted far from the flock But never had the desire to stay or go We know what’s awaiting The sun slowly sets in the distant west As we see two strangers meet and in the street kiss. The sky pours green down upon our souls and we weep For never doing the deeds we did, Yet as the angels cry, and God himself does quiver We stay sturdy footed, forever almost hugging We know what’s awaiting |