The Pit
So what is love?
A kiss, a touch, a state of mind;
A fickle glance, a poet’s line.
An unending pit of shame
Into which sordid passions rain.
A “forever” love I’ll never claim.
But wait…
Who comes and passes by?
He stops and looks back, enticingly shy.
He beckons, I follow~~~
Watch out! The Pit!!
Too late…
I
fall
to
meet
the
bottom.
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