A Poem About Lolita

Lolita
posted by slave4luke on 4/22/03 5:38 AM

he sits in a bare hotel room
staring into space
she strokes his greying hair
kisses his old face

she is not another 12 year old
playing with her time
he has blood on his hands which burns
death being his crime

love can exist in many ways
but do not seem true
lolita can cry for their love
but it's hard for you

he plays with the ace of spades
gambles with his hand
but losses don't make him cry
just this foreign land

tragic, traumatic, was their love,
young or old who cares?
whore and slime together forever
young or old i care

but just to keep them safer
keeping their lives true
love like this, is to rare to lose
they are above you