Bah, it's mediocre, but I noticed I've haven't touched this forum at all, and since I do try to write some, I thought I'd post this. Can you fault me for what runs through my mind when the lights go out? Is love so perfect that there are no secrets or shred of any doubt? Call me stupid call me foolish call me what you choose to think All I know is that this isolation has put me on the brink. Ignorance must be bliss because understanding hurts too much and it seems the only pleasure I can recieve comes directly from your touch. I'm an addict to your taste, your smell, your pleasure, your pain, And my mind keeps on telling me the sensation will never wane. And now the stage in my mind plays the whole scene through but the script just won't stop changing; there's always something new. I've got to be the puppet cause I know I'm not the master one stray step off this rope and I'll turn out a disaster. And if I fall off that rope I know I won't live on. Because the rope is our relationship, and if I fall it means you're gone.
Awesome verse! Actually, a lot of the verses are awesome. I like how you don't use flowery language but manage to be just as effective and say something great