The Ginn
She was not cheap that pretty girl
Her dark hair hanging in a twisted curl
Eyes as black as winter shades
No summer in this heart that fades
From decent dreams of love not lies
To fickle thoughts that binds and ties
A heart within a web of pain
And at that root a secret shame
Forgotten not the time that past
Shared love is lost and did not last
For depths in shallows cannot be
And guilt inside we cannot see
To hideaway within the mind
Is a place where poisons we will find
A curse is given and blessed in hell
Where passions grow and lies we tell
Twisted by the devil’s tongue
We sing of love but the song is sung
Words that hang on painted lips
Fall in falsehoods and in quips
That only fools would blind believe
When a heart is worn upon a sleeve
A siren’s song echoed in the night
A beaming smile, a burning light
But no heart did beat beneath the breast
And only poisoned love infest
The soul of one who lived and died
For that honest love that grew inside.
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