Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Romantics

Libertine lost souls
Seeking always the muse,
Affections falsely proclaimed
To share, to wallow
In glory and in fame,
A heart is a jewel once known,
Treasured, taken, and bartered,
Abandoned for hope
Of another distant jewel;
Another unknown treasure.
Libertine lost souls
These Romantics,
Trust them not
Love them not,
Predators on a silk sheet
They take what you give
They give what you want,
So long as the blood runs cool,
For in heat,
As the passions of dreams
Boil the blood
They rise,
They walk,
They leave,
And blameless is no one.

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