A Losing Battle
A look of pure lust is not enough,
My heart locked in jail; soon
To break free.
The key a ticking bomb, ready to
'The course of love never did Run smooth' - Maybe for some But for me its a matter of fact.
When she embraces my arms
I know where we're at.
Time is not kind, it's warped
Faster, faster when it should
She glides in and the bomb ticks
Faster, blood rushes to finish the race.
When finally the bomb explodes,
Leaving it's remains of a bumpy road.
Not fit to ride nor safe to
Travel; with a love like this...
I'm fighting a losing battle.
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