You tell me to go.
To leave you behind.
But lust dances with my soul
To that I find
That my heart is a mess
Juggling love and rage at best.
Finding the right words to confess
My lowly state of mind.
She sleeps soundly.
Soft moans from fatigue.
And I lay here wondering what becomes of me.
Do I continue to despair?
Or go on without a care?
The heart has limits; that I know.
Even so, you tell me to go.
To leave you behind.
Darkness, take me.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
You tell me to go.
To leave you behind.
But lust dances with my soul
To that I find
That my heart is a mess
Juggling love and rage at best.
Finding the right words to confess
My lowly state of mind.
She sleeps soundly.
Soft moans from fatigue.
And I lay here wondering what becomes of me.
Do I continue to despair?
Or go on without a care?
The heart has limits; that I know.
Even so, you tell me to go.
To leave you behind.
Darkness, take me.
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