Im trying to write from this combative heart,
Connecting these words that are falling apart,
The frustration I feel sitting at this desk,
And these cuffs are solid; cardiac arrest.
Now the paper speaks, and yearns for ink,
But the pen is selfish, and it's hard to think;
For the ***** that loves is now isolated.
Serving time, to restore feelings dehydrated.
And sweat falls as I stare down the clock,
Patiently waiting for the warden to knock.
For real love is free with intensity,
And intercedes with the spirit's density.
So I release this pen on an ink-less paper,
Calm, just waiting on your intoxicating vapors.
Your perfume, your smile, I will never get enough of,
And when I have some body, I'll entitled it "Love"
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Im trying to write from this combative heart,
Connecting these words that are falling apart,
The frustration I feel sitting at this desk,
And these cuffs are solid; cardiac arrest.
Now the paper speaks, and yearns for ink,
But the pen is selfish, and it's hard to think;
For the ***** that loves is now isolated.
Serving time, to restore feelings dehydrated.
And sweat falls as I stare down the clock,
Patiently waiting for the warden to knock.
For real love is free with intensity,
And intercedes with the spirit's density.
So I release this pen on an ink-less paper,
Calm, just waiting on your intoxicating vapors.
Your perfume, your smile, I will never get enough of,
And when I have some body, I'll entitled it "Love"
With Love & Patience
