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Your eyes were deep oceans.
Salted with pain.
Drained from our veins.
I have a fear of drowning in you.
Silent confessions were like opioids.
The feelings that consume my heart
are now bone deep.
My cells know.
Why my blood runs slow.
When you kiss my pale
pouty lips.  
Further I slip into
the waves of you.
For sure, I am not the only one.
Never will I ever be.
When it concerns love.

But I must tell you this truth.
I am captured by your love.
You're wonderful.
You're beautiful.
And highly cherished by me.

No, I'm not a convicted prisoner serving time.
Only if love is seen as a crime.
Because I'm captured by your love.

Don't pardon me.
For I would reject it.
Don't offer me parole.
Cause I don't ever want to go.

Cause I'm captured and that you need to know.
If I loved you anymore,
my heart would swell
and turn into a circle.

And judging by the way
you make me feel,
it's only a matter of time,
and I really don't mind.
Can't take full credit for this one, but I just couldn't resist sharing.
My heart is a circle, because of a special someone.
I’d break for you, bend for you,
become shelter when the world forgets to be kind.
I’d give without question,
lose myself, just to see you find me.

So stay.
Always… be with me.
I yearn to lose myself in you,
like rivers surrendering to the sea’s embrace.
You are the petals—soft, sacred—
and I, the flower, drawn to your grace.

Desire glows beneath my skin,
like sun flares aching to begin.
I would fall into every shade of your shadow,
burning, if it meant you'd never feel hollow.
I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek

I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze

I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth

We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering
Traveler Tim
Sing to me, baby.
Sing to me.
Melt my heart and soul while sing to me.

Stimulate my mind with your words.
Just sing to me, baby.
Just sing.

Let me hear your vocals roar with emotions.
Express your desires with feelings.
To the point that I am wheeling.

Even give into you quick.
Isn't this the purpose of all of this.
The most wretched man, even in his darkest hour, would say:
I have dignity as a  human being,  I have the right of existence like everyone else,  I am not a parasite, an outcast or a pariah--
I might not find happiness but I don't wish to die, I want to continue living in my state,  to commit suicide is not an option--
I will not self-annihilate!  

My life is as precious as everyone else's.
Don't wait for me
you can all move ahead:
I'm in no hurry or dread-
as a Zen adherent
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