Black Lust

sharp features and pretty lips, hide the tears of youth eclipsed by the silly actions of wily boys, and the silly charms of drugs and toys a heart made for love, weighed down by a stone raven haired lovely, hurt to the bone. to help understand the meaning of things that pressure us down like overloaded springs would be to open up lockers of things now benign bits of my soul on which she may dine. but if push comes to shove and a shove occurs whats left for the helper but regretfully more sorrow and sadness to which she'd admit of helping to cause, such oxymoronic twists are the backbone of life on this twirling space ball when we reach our peaks, alls left is a fall