Love doesn’t Exist

ain’t to sure if those looks you give me say temptation 
i just take pleasure in the dreaming of their translation 
that’s what i do when i’m drinking rum all a lonesome 
while others are dancing with their neurotic emotion

yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights 
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights 
i promise i’ll give unto you a kiss 
the oldest sound of loves secret bliss

this isolated dream burns like a catastrophe lit cigar
I’ve crushed when love won’t dissolve like that ol’ blue ink scar 
i always walk home via those old devil don’t care crossroads 
where my sins cheer as that Thor cross i carry corrodes

yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights 
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights 
i promise i’ll give unto you a kiss 
the oldest sound of  loves secret bliss

i’ve never known a sceptic whose prayer doesn’t sound fallible 
i’ve never known a mystic whose lore was infallible 

yet when i turn out the flickering neon nights 
because scribes gave us those heavenly lights 
i promise to kiss you into that secret heavenly bliss 
i’ll transform you into a believer of what doesn’t exist

© bg 2012

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39 thoughts on “Love doesn’t Exist

  1. I agree with those who read it as the lyrics of a song – and what the hell, sure, let’s all go down that road to destruction… actually we’re on it now. I’m saying that with a smile: we’ve never been on any other road, but the universe’s a big place and there are more places with flowers, I’m sure. This was fun reading.

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