
You see something, you think its nice
Thats what you think of every vice.
You sense a vibe that draws you close
An magnetic force so charged, it shows.
You know its wrong but it's a bounty fare,
A forbidden fruit so tempting, you dare.
You've hurt before, but you care none,
It's always too late before you know its done.
Pulling back is something impossible,
What wins, is the hope of the probable.
You're warned again by self an peers,
But more inviting than caution are the tears.
It's not the prize, but the pursuit of it.
Enticement finally becomes habit.
truly interesting! :)
ReplyDeletefinally! i love it! :)
ReplyDeletenice....
ReplyDeleteeven if it becomes a habit, also will it not last forever,
ReplyDeletesome dreams will still prick you, but to realise you have to be clever.....
no vice is strong enough to ground you down for too long,
you will find a new enticement, like the beat of a new song!!
very tearful but very real. ah, human beings...will we ever learn?
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