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Feb 2011
This is a poem of sincerest confession,
I feel strangled and undead trapped in affection.
Every where you touch is spoiled and addicting,
By fake embraces and loveless acting.

Too many times have u kissed me deeply,
Too many times have you melted me completely.
Robbed of my own dignity,
I bend to your will repeatedly.

Till the night thats is a heartbreak,
The kiss you gave that made my world quake.
On her lips you gave the sumtuous gift,
Your posture announced the final shift.

How i begged to be the one you loved,
Torn now and broken aside im shoved.
The tears cant fall for no more live,
This time its final uncaged no more to give.

The beating bliss died tonight,
No longer a fool to a fools delight.
I can't stop loving you obsessively,
But i can turn to hating you so passionately.

Give me strength if a God will listen,
To rid of this heart and tears that glisten,
I've cried enough over empty nights,
I want to feel nothing in vacant delight.

Kiss me now demon of dark temptation,
And fill my mind with evil contemplation.
Of pouring souls and hatefilled Slumber,
For from this point my heartache is thunder.
David Watt
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David Watt  milton keynes
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