zebrasindenver

such great a poison is my love

that i should sting myself to death

and live the seconds of euphoria

like a scorpion

drowned in whiskey

the sweater borrowed

the messages of love

then the messages of hate

to a sweater lost in time

lost to love

and the smell of my cologne

i shall bookmark this page in our history of love

with a burnt out cigarette of listless passion