words by dominic riccitello

have you ever felt
sorrow beneath your feet
shadows in the night
which make your knees shiver and scream
i took his truths to be what they were
a brokenhearted man who stood at the door
have you ever adored a whore
a man who creeks the night with a devilish smile
and words which quake your core
but strike your bones
splitting your mind in a deep desire
i take you to be whom you were
a myth of a man
a lie i kept tight
to dance with an aura or dance with fire
i took his hand knowing
a pyro could set you on fire
but gentleman are far from something to acquire
our eyes shake the night with hands held tight
mr. right is mr. wrong
and we knew with every sense of our fiber
to talk of past tense or talk of present
the past makes us present
here’s the draft
i wrote at dinner