Illicit is the love you promise.
Clandestine is your touch.
How fair is your “honest”
When guile it takes to search?
And find I did no more than smoke and ashes,
Crestfallen hearts and broken hopes,
Affronted by the lavish gashes,
You clawed upon their hollowed bones.
Since when does my mind waver
and teeter in between
......
Illicit is the love you promise.
Clandestine is your touch.
How fair is your “honest”
When guile it takes to search?
And find I did no more than smoke and ashes,
Crestfallen hearts and broken hopes,
Affronted by the lavish gashes,
You clawed upon their hollowed bones.
Since when does my mind waver
and teeter in between
......