And the old ways are not satisfactory enough, You feel like wanting to marry a petite girl. A beautiful girl she should be who gives you a feeling pleasurable, You start dreaming of her imparting satisfaction immeasurable, Imagine her digging nails into your back as deeper you seep. Not away from marriage you keep your desires ever, And the imagination takes the better of your youth, The volcano accumulates lava & erupts blissfully.
What of love She said you were the pulse of life From woman to wife Breathe beneath her skin You’re just a shot of adrenalin
What of love Open a vein and bleed the lie She’s the addict you supply Lips that drip sap and acid And you’re death in a pretty package
What of love Hypodermic words slurred On a Sunday afternoon blurred Stop her staccato heart Drop death in her chest she’s torn apart
What of love Arrest the damnable dreaming Chains in the shape of a ring she’s screaming Saffron dress and daisy chains She won’t wear it again
What of love Petty promises her overdose On the floor of your hotel room comatose Consolation prize forever after unhappily No antidote to set her free
What of love Little girls like lambs to slaughter Lies make slaves of daughters Chase the hollow sound of wedding bells Fed fairy tales In prison cells Tl Boehm 04/27/2013
Real love is wonderful - and marriage is a blessing. But doing it for all the wrong reasons is tantamount to tossing your life in the toilet. (Just a random thought - not my personal situation.)
Him I want to be your first I'm just here waiting for your approach But then I realize, I'm out of your league You are so perfect! Too bad, I can't be your prince
Her* You want to be my first? But why did you left me here so cold? I've got tired of waiting for you to come and pull me And then I realize, I'm just the girl that you'll love but never will be your queen
I see you in my tea, Because before you would be here, sipping and smiling with me. And I see you in the flowers, Because we'd sit amongst the poppies for hours, speaking over the breeze. Oh, I see you in the forest, Because your eyes, they stole their colour from the trees.
It's in the air, It's in her hair, It's in her eyes, In her veins, In her clothes, In her lips, In her heart, In her soul, It's in her. Love is in her.
I'm trying to write poetry more, so it might not all be that good...