Final Fantasy Steals Women
Love is like a burning fire!
It blazes and blisters all that come near.
But without its hot light
We are but cold huddled forms.
And the flames dance so pretty,
When this love lights up your face.
It blazes and blisters all that come near.
But without its hot light
We are but cold huddled forms.
And the flames dance so pretty,
When this love lights up your face.
posted by Rex Venom at 11:50 PM
10 Comments:
aha..but play with fire and we get burnt...catch 22 this 'Love' thing!
Damn..can't live with it, can't breath without it!
I think I said this before, love sucks! LOL
I think I say that because I long for it. I guess love can be very special with the right person.
Rock on Rex! :)
Ahhhhh...very nice! I love this poem.
Linny
i havent been burned lately
Sorry Rex
i cudnt resist propositioning
love this!!
I liked ur writing...thr is kind of stoicism in it which makes it even more astounding
Indeed.
Simple and awesome.
Rock on!
i like this point of view.
beautiful poem Rex.
Rexy baby, where've you been???
Rock on!
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