*every time we touched,
sparks didn't fly,
a tempest arose,
its origin the sky,
for I was the wind and
you were the sea,
devastation was meant to be.*
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
And as the regret swells,
I can't help but think of your name.
Over, and over, and over it repeats
So sweet and everlasting:
Highlighting the mistakes I have made,
Creating a sense of both hunger and lust.
The hunger to experience your mind
And the lust of wanting your body close to mine.
I can't help but think of your name.
In both good times and bad.
And I now know that no matter what happens, it shall always be there.
Lingering in the back of my mind,
Forever and always.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC