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 Dec 2012 Socally Picter
Wuji
Admiration towards the sensation of your body against mine.
Seduced, confused, and begged to be abused I let go of the reigns.
Got down to nothing and asked for something I should have not gave her.
I let her feel me as best as anyone could.

Again, again, I can see the start of trend.
We'll push each others buttons until the buttons come undone.
Some pain, some pleasure, and the sweet kiss of forgiveness.
Don't hate me my dear if I can't play nicely.

We question what we are, and why can't stop.
Animals of desire we never get enough.

I swear I'll stop but don't leave me alone.
He is a madman you know, bites through the bone.
Don't want to be beside myself with him.
The screams he makes make me die to be killed.

Stay here with me, the pain will hold you still.
In my arms, you lay so comfortably, innocent to what is adding up on this bill.
If I steal you away can I smile?
Or am I doomed to be burdened by the thoughts of what if?

I am tortured by my Queen,
Her name is Venus.
You're all I can write about right now...
nothing can compare to
making love with you
underneath the moonlight
your fingertips pressing
into every inch of me
the arch of my spine
the union of our souls
your lips taste like love
but to be completely honest
that terrifies me more than anything
She ate all his curry,
smuggled jars of cookies,
stole his cute doggie,
how could he even complain,
against this smart *** beauty!

she hates all controls,
toppled over his schedules,

looks deep in to his eyes
and makes him weak at the knees!!
a light- hearted verse for these troubled days...
There was one lamp on,
And the house felt all wrong.
The presence of a lonely feeling,
Filling from the floor to the ceiling.

The closet was a mess,
The note you left,
Couldn’t have said anything less,
Then the cold truth.

But it had that tone,
The one that said you’re done,
The words said you’d moved on,
And now you’re really gone.

I didn’t want to, but I had to,

So I read on.
I read every word you wrote.
And your song,
Started playing on the radio.

And I felt like,
A million little pieces.
Refusing to go on,
But I read on.

There was only one simple word,
But it took up that whole space.
Seven seemingly endless letters,
All written in small lower case.

I turned up the radio,
Listening to the words,
The tears filled my eyes,  
And the page became a blur.

And I didn’t want to, but I had to,

So I read on, and on.
I read every word you wrote.
And your song,
Started playing on the radio.

And I felt like,
A million little pieces.
Refusing to go on,
But I read on.
the start of a song? maybe?
I can run for a lifetime,
But I can't always get to where I want to be.
I stare into the clouds,
dreaming.
Of a different place.
A different world.
Somewhere so far away
That I can never be touched,
by anyone.
I want to run so fast
That my feet will no longer
feel the ground between my toes.
Maybe,
in that single moment,
I will find bliss,
I will find security.
Sweet sweet sorrows, you know me far too well,
a smile is a story that I forgot how to tell.
"Just brush it off young girl", they say
"this silly frown will not stay"
Is this supposed to comfort me?
well, it doesn't seem to be.
Because something won't matter in a year,
doesn't mean that it isn't now here.
I can't fathom how people can just let go,
release grip on something they want to know.
My sensitive heart can't withstand much
it clings onto to everything that I touch.
It's so endearing, this ***** of mine,
how can one hurt so bad yet look so fine?
If I could wipe away my tears forever I would not
because I would rather an intricate sphere than a dot.
Everything that has hurt me ever so much
has taught me a lesson on what not to touch.
So when I wipe my eyes and prepare for a new day,
I bring with me my untold smile, and until sleep it will stay.
Who are you truly, behind closed doors?
Do you respect all that is theirs and yours?
Do you smile at yourself like you do on the streets?
Or is that just a cover for your sorrowful heartbeats?
Are you reluctant to doing all that you scorn others for?
Or are you just a ***** hypocrite and nothing more?
Do you truly care about the answers to these questions?
Or are you just nosey without a spine or suggestions?
So many questions but too little answers,
the verdict will **** us all like cancers.
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