Star crossed lovers, dancing with the dragon.
They have gotten too close to the flames and now they are burnt.
Pins and needles, blood and fire. The things we do for love's twisted desire.
Thirsts are never quenched here, in the dragons lair.
They danced too long, chased too far. A Punk Rock Legend and a Lady with mental scars.
Copyright © 2022 Gareth David Ogilvie
You’re really in the flow today. Although I’m not a Sex Pistols fan, I really liked this poem.
Thank you very much 😊 appreciate it
This is really good, actually my father used to call my mother the Dragon. My sister most definitely has mental scars ❤️
Thank you, glad you like it. 😊 Very kind of you.
This gives a feeling of peace