By Kyle McCaughey
One so beautiful, dress glistening in the night gold shimmers, and blue eyes draw delight. Love, no, Attention she gained, despite brutal flaws that were not in sight.
To gain love’s attention, was the goal– Lovers’ card I thought I hold. There was more than that: My soul. Judgment’s spiral was what I was sold.
The oblivion of love was a spell Like witches’ stew, I couldn’t tell Luster fades to the dark I compel. There was something missing I foretell
Love rips a man down to bear bone. To expose their heart, blood rain drones; To be stuck is not love I can’t condone I left Love’s eyes, to be alone.
