Mistake.
by echez
Uploaded 6th Jul 2001
The stringy smile that once held truth
Smeared as blood on the pale of white
Mosaic caresses of silky softness- Absent
Vaporizing into mist, the liquid love
The whisk of the wind, harmonic to the wave of the sea
Transform into a drummer beaten drum
Frostbite might have infested a heart as cold.
The heat of love, the pain of lust,
The ear of the world, the 3rd from the scorching sun
Even that can't budge that thought, that one mistake.
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