Forgetfulness

Tonight is only a fling.

A whimsical desire set

 in burning passion

 and suffocating depression.

 

Acidic pineapple run across my bleeding lips.

The excitement causes my heart to race.

Those pineapples remind me of you.

 

No this is not a love poem,

 this is only a daydream in the form of

 human blessed words.

 

Ever wonder what the point

  When we are nothing but hamsters in a wheel.

Forget what matters

And remember other's needs.

Reviews

[Bud]

A realistic view...somewhat mirrors my own views! So many thoughts with so few words. Fantastic write!

[Krista]

Lovely. Like how you used descriptive words in it.

FIing well don't ask me about them the date I have had has dumped me awhile ago sadly. Hate flings he wasn't one.