Here I am, lover lost before falling
Lust taking over.
Left with nothing but
imagination of hopes, dreams.
Of falling softly and slowly.
I'm walking away from you.
Walking away.
Because I believe you are no good.
But hell, how would I know?
I'm just afraid of you not feeling anything.
So I'm walking away, silently,
unexplained.
But Baby, I wish i can have you around.
Keep you in my palms, play around,
then let you go when I want.
Always twinkle your interest,
without losing my sense of self,
My own strength.
But human are not to be controlled…
**** i wish there was a way.
You seem so perfect with your body around me.
You, me where we fit.
And I love your little ways,
and your warm face, and your kind of beard…
AND...
I love that you are a silent rock,
only sometimes unravels
but even then, not really.
& I love your little ways.
Your quick, non-lasting smiles.
Your stubborn heart.
Your stubborn hands, arms, body…
Your stubborn words.
Your shy words.
Your quick ways,
your changing moods.
Your silent mysteries,
your loud and goofy mysteries… I love it all.
I love it all.
I love it all.
But I must leave you to my mind.
A book,
a poem,
a song.
I must leave you for
other women to enjoy.
I hate the thought.
I hate the thought.
I fear it all.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
Here I am, lover lost before falling
Lust taking over.
Left with nothing but
imagination of hopes, dreams.
Of falling softly and slowly.
I'm walking away from you.
Walking away.
Because I believe you are no good.
But hell, how would I know?
I'm just afraid of you not feeling anything.
So I'm walking away, silently,
unexplained.
But Baby, I wish i can have you around.
Keep you in my palms, play around,
then let you go when I want.
Always twinkle your interest,
without losing my sense of self,
My own strength.
But human are not to be controlled…
**** i wish there was a way.
You seem so perfect with your body around me.
You, me where we fit.
And I love your little ways,
and your warm face, and your kind of beard…
AND...
I love that you are a silent rock,
only sometimes unravels
but even then, not really.
& I love your little ways.
Your quick, non-lasting smiles.
Your stubborn heart.
Your stubborn hands, arms, body…
Your stubborn words.
Your shy words.
Your quick ways,
your changing moods.
Your silent mysteries,
your loud and goofy mysteries… I love it all.
I love it all.
I love it all.
But I must leave you to my mind.
A book,
a poem,
a song.
I must leave you for
other women to enjoy.
I hate the thought.
I hate the thought.
I fear it all.
That one perfect being, you must leave.
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