"I didn't mean for this to happen"
as she hides behind the lies, the betrayal
Sheds a sympathy tear, for each time she thought of touching
another person.
"I just can't do it anymore"
As she continues to do the deed
that indeed now has her at a loss
However, that loss, isn't something she feels like
it was out of
her hands
I don't feel sorry for you.
I never meant to be involved.
I'm not like you,
I feel my lovers skin shriveling up as someone else touches me
and I could never shake the feeling of what happened.
As the world turns
The gleam of romance shouldn't be confused as a old flame
That flame was still always going,
I just didn't see it.
There's new hope
The seasons haven't changed, though
I believe love can show many sides of a person
And your sides are warm, gooey yet filled with chaos
As I look at you for the first time and kiss your lips
I feel you once again
My heart is racing
You are touching me in places I yearned to be touched
For Three Weeks
I put my hand on your chest and cave into your warmth
mmm
This love is right
How did our souls get lost?
As you touch my skin for the first time I finally feel again
You touch my face, my lips, my hips, my legs
All of my parts that you deemed yours
This feeling I couldn't escape and I could finally realize
I'm home again.
I feel your sweat seep out of your skin
The smell of lust and pleasures
This is it, we are home.
Nights still keep me up
And so do the parasites that
Everyone says doesn't exist
But I itch and itch
Something I cannot escape
*So I wash it away.
I start cleaning my belongings that I believe should be cleansed
And hope that all the ***** things
Wash away and become clean
So I write this poem
Clicking away at the keyboard
The sun is out, I didn't sleep yet.
She repeats again: I didn't mean for this to happen
Oh, but you did.
Lovers don't betray....
If they are in love
And gay.