The Ceiling and Swayed
By violetfyre
I can't feel the love there, If any is there at all. All I feel is a warm hand on my knee, And I convince myself it's the same. I poked him in the ribs. He stopped snoring. A doped-up eye looked at me wearily. He rolled the other way. There were chairs on top of tables, And rainbows on the shelves, Lamps with plastic shades dangled From the ceiling and swayed. It was heaven and hell and everything between. I convulsed with shivers. An angel with a devil grin kissed me Before he left to set the world on fire. But I couldn't feel any love. We talked about Christmas, Dressing me in wrapping paper And a bow... and nothing else. A devil with angel eyes Kissed me. Left my heart on fire. But I didn't feel love. ** Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 04:08 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I can't feel the love there,..."