Blur the sanity
plunged in delirium
that calls for me,
free of any type of bound
and see how the sunlight dies
with orphan eyes.
For now, I prefer to be blind
than carry on with this stubborn eyes
who refuse to see you in someone elses bed.
I would like to asphyxiate my thougts with the pillow
so when you land over my bed
in the middle of the night
my dream become true
and rest my lips over your skin
caress your longs with a deep breath
ignoring the fear behind my knees
and sculp your body in the darkness,
under my covers.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Blur the sanity
plunged in delirium
that calls for me,
free of any type of bound
and see how the sunlight dies
with orphan eyes.
For now, I prefer to be blind
than carry on with this stubborn eyes
who refuse to see you in someone elses bed.
I would like to asphyxiate my thougts with the pillow
so when you land over my bed
in the middle of the night
my dream become true
and rest my lips over your skin
caress your longs with a deep breath
ignoring the fear behind my knees
and sculp your body in the darkness,
under my covers.