Poem: .3-Way Sin.

Her empty stomach rolling on silk,
And she caught his thorns in her skin.
She liked the feeling,
Because it felt like sin.

He picked them out with the most gentle touch,
And whispered the things she was longing to hear.
And he swore,
She was the only one who had heard them
Before.
But she saw through.
To the back of his skull,
Where he was kicking himself
For saying the things he just said.
Cause he knew as well as she did,
That he didnt mean a thing by it.

She pretends shes the only one (it helps her sleep)
She pretends he really cares.
She pretends he meant
Every whispered word.
But pretending only got her so far.

He held her close as she closed her eyes.
Not wiping away tears and saying goodbyes,
Just gazing at her in the Ruby Aura Light.
She liked it better that way.

"Be careful." She said.
He broke that light before..
"Dont let her slip away,
If you think shes worth saving
This time around."

"Be careful, Little Girl.
Your looking for the rose
With no thorns.
And its in the palm of your hands."

Hes looking for the same thing,
In all the wrong places.
Hes daring to be different,
While touching the wrong faces.

"The thorns you didnt think were there,
were sharper than you thought."

But its hard for her to think
With her head so far up in the clouds.
He brought her back down,
Like a "first-time-only-time" drug.
But she liked it.
She adored it.
She craved it.

Then the withdrawls began.

She brushed off the warnings they gave her.
He ignored the taste he claimed to savor.
They walked away from forever,
But they did it hand in hand.
He was her crutch,
and She was his.

In the Ruby Aura Light the world dissappeared.
He touched her under her skin
and up to her heart.
The one that once fell
Completely apart.
Peice by Peice they complete the puzzle.
Being careful to put them in all the
Right places.

"Be careful, Little Boy.
Choose wisely.
They wont wait forever.
Stop pretending you know what you want...
They can see right through you!"

Hes looking for the rose with no thorns.
How could he miss it?
Its lying in the palm of his nervous hands.
Hes looking in all the wrong places.

Would you call that a tragedy?
Looking in all the wrong places?
Its a 3-way-sin.
Indirect and
Obvious in an un-obvious sort of way.
Dead to the world,
But alive in their own.
They're making up minds
and breaking promises.
They say they like it that way...
But they're great liars.

They lie well, face to face.
They get high off of trying not to be so obvious.
They pretend they dont mind.
Its their drug of choice.
The 3-Way-Sin.