I Forgot

It was love So I thought
The feeling of her flesh on mine
Enough to make it up
She was warm
Like a snake
Shed her skin and bit me
Slithered away
Boy, it hurt
The venom stings
Ain't no use in running
Aiding venom's speed
Such a cruel and heartless game
I'm going to drink 'till I forget her name
Love is cold
An icy ditch
Dug before the winter
Filled with bones of years
Like a bird who just won't fly
Appearances are meaningless
The bird will die
I don't care anymore
I expire daily
My feelings turn numb
If I did I would not say
I'm going to drink 'till I forget her name



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Wingfield Smith, Adam Roberts Fifield
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