Cold Hard Lips of Hatred

Your filthy lips
Are too hard to touch.
They do not glow
Because of beauty within,
But reflect light
Like dead metal
They are cold and piercing.

Enticing legitimate concerns
With self righteous conclusions
And a condemning disposition.
Always a default until
I don’t have a mouth to speak with,
And I put your lips
To my own motives
And you tear right through my soul.

Making love with hatred can only breed one thing.
Let it alone.

Written Febrauary 2010


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