Our love was dirty, but sophisticated.
We loved, and we lusted, and we drank it all away to the night.
Our martini glasses clinked as we lost that first sight
Back when we were young, when we were dirty,
But sophisticated.
Now, everything’s just
... Dirty.
When you say that you miss me,
Your words smell of filth;
When you stop and you kiss me,
My lips taste the ground.
The lies
That you feed me
Could simply be mud...
My tears have created it
From the thing we called
Love.
We started at dusk, and we stayed out ‘til dawn
And it made no damn difference
They were black-tie affairs.
We’d enter together, and leave on our “own”
The only things that kept us, is we’d both return home.
But, our hello’s were cheap
And our goodbye’s proved cheaper.
Our love was so dirty;
Sophistication had left the scene of the party
Forever before.
When you say that you miss me,
Your words smell of filth;
When you stop and you kiss me,
My lips taste the ground.
The lies
That you feed me
Could simply be mud...
My tears have created it
From the thing we called
Love.
You exhaled the gray smoke, I inhaled it in.
We thought nothing of unforgivable sins...
We did it together, and we both somehow knew;
But we kept it a secret,
A damned dirty little secret.
No longer refined, it somehow got lost,
And sophistication remains a figment
Of the past’s imagination.
We played out the game,
Took it gamble by gamble.
Come up two deuces,
And we’d throw it all in.
We couldn’t care less anymore,
We bluffed out pocket pairs
And we’d still somehow win.
But pulling it from up the sleeve
Is dirty,
And it’s never been
Sophisticated.
Bluffing is all we could ever do.
When you say that you miss me,
Your words smell of filth;
When you stop and you kiss me,
My lips taste the ground.
The lies
That you feed me
Could simply be mud...
My tears have created it
From the thing we called
Love.
We sat on top of the world
On a junkyard heap of lies and embezzled fame.
It reeked of the stink we made
Every day.
It was dirty,
But sophisticated.
But, then again,
Maybe sophisticated
Isn’t the right word.
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Submission Name: Dirty, but Sophisticated
