Passion Faded (Mock-Vintage)

~ Infidel ~ poem by me ~ 02.16.12 ~

 

Lashes to lashes,

Lust to lust.

Burn love into ashes,

Reduce it... to dust.

 

You swear eternal love,

You seal it with a promise ring.

You spot a fresh new dove,

You drop used pearl... as off a broken string.

 

Still you feel the void inside,

And you suffer and complain.

But now you have so much to hide,

All that's left is do it over... again and again.

 

Lashes to ashes, lust to dust...

 

 

 

~ Electromagnetism ~ poem by me ~ 06.29.16 - 07.17.16

 

The sexiest phrase I've ever heard

Was not 'Make my day,'

But '...Please be a secret door... yay'

And it was softly uttered by a charming nerd.

 

You may be the most popular man

With that exterior wit that's mostly jaded,

But often that's just excitement that's faded.

I'd rather go for raw excitement in a can.

 

You could even be a virile beast at a bar

Who alights the room with sudden desire.

Yet my attention goes to the kind of fire,

That unravels like slow lava sizzling the tar.

 

So don't expect that just a flawless look

Will tempt me to an instant prize.

It's more about a man with twinkling eyes

Who knows when or not to play by the book.

 

A-men...

 

 

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Snapshot_354. A story in shades of browns, brush-textured shadows and lights, sepia toned, fade details and scratched.

 

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Special thank you to Diego Da Silva for the original Old Photo Border :)

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