A_Perfect_Sonnet
04-09-2005, 10:15 PM
Ben Stivers
4/9/05
Collapse Baby Collapse
We used to play this game called "The Rose Has Thorns."
You'd be pain, I was just plain stupid.
You always won, how bittersweet.
I got wrapped up in your beauty, and forgot about your shrapnel kiss.
You spit razorblades,
Cut my mouth like paper.
Raise the glass and let that wine reflect into your eyes.
I laced the drinks with poison so when you toast love, it dies.
Kiss the sky darling.
Then collapse baby, collapse.
4/9/05
Collapse Baby Collapse
We used to play this game called "The Rose Has Thorns."
You'd be pain, I was just plain stupid.
You always won, how bittersweet.
I got wrapped up in your beauty, and forgot about your shrapnel kiss.
You spit razorblades,
Cut my mouth like paper.
Raise the glass and let that wine reflect into your eyes.
I laced the drinks with poison so when you toast love, it dies.
Kiss the sky darling.
Then collapse baby, collapse.