Perfect recipe

It was the perfect recipe for disaster.
One kiss, one slit to my wrist
A nudge to take it further, I don't want another.

Heartache's sin is it enough to blend all of my souls into
one. The perfect recipe for bliss was in a song you sang to me.
broken ear drums deceitful malice in the twisted rhymes
you sang.

The perfect recipe for you to give me would be nothing, but
a symphony of blue notes locked inside a fevered heart dancing
on a broken window seal.

That perfect recipe would be you.

Comments

  1. Tumblewords:May 16, 2010 at 8:15 PM

    Interesting! Vivid imagery.

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  2. Dee MartinMay 21, 2010 at 6:46 AM

    I really love the feel of this. Favorite line "a symphony of blue notes locked inside a fevered heart dancing on a broken window seal"

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