I crave,
I crave for you my love.
I crave for your lust.
I crave for you my love,
Skin on skin.
Breath on breath.
Beat on beat.
I crave for you my love.
I crave your affection,
Eye to eye.
Lips to lips.
Hands on hands.
I crave for you my love.
But our love so strong,
It becomes a poison,
A poison forbidden.
A love forbidden.
I crave for you my love,
But our love forbidden,
Forever a poison.

They were told
To pick up a pen
And start writing

A class filled with souls
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark souls

Told to pick up a pen
And start writing

What did they know?
How would they know?

Oh poor soul
How will you let bleed
On a piece of paper
Drowning with emotions

When you can’t reciprocate
The pain of another
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark soul

Oh poor soul
I pity you
For trying to bleed on a paper
Drowning in emotions

When you yourself
Are a soul
Wandering in the world
Of poets

Like the
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark soul
You are.

we write because we are told
we write because we are cold

so why write poetry?

is it to obey
is it to simply misbehave
is it due today
is it more than what we say

if not
why do you write poetry?

because I can
&
because I am

we are made to feel
we are made to speak
some people are quiet
and others are bleak

words are expressive and alive
but some words are best left to die

"Aw baby girl, Wheres that smile, that brightened every bad day, And made it worth pushing through another?"

"Well dad, You see, Life happened to me, That light i could once see is so faded i barely want to push through the dark anymore."