listening to the wind
pushing rain against the glass;
voices crying out to me from
the darkness of my past.
thinking about the time
my heart lost its conviction;
when I was wishing for a cure
to this lonely affliction.
her arrival was unexpected
love at first sight;
she was the dream
that kept me up at night.
our kisses were mingled
with the taste of illusions;
our flesh dripping sweat
from the heat of confusion.
moments of passion led
to a place of discontent;
the fairy tale ended on
the bed of resentment.
our perceptions were lies
extinguishing the light;
her voice became silent
as she disappeared into the night.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
listening to the wind
pushing rain against the glass;
voices crying out to me from
the darkness of my past.
thinking about the time
my heart lost its conviction;
when I was wishing for a cure
to this lonely affliction.
her arrival was unexpected
love at first sight;
she was the dream
that kept me up at night.
our kisses were mingled
with the taste of illusions;
our flesh dripping sweat
from the heat of confusion.
moments of passion led
to a place of discontent;
the fairy tale ended on
the bed of resentment.
our perceptions were lies
extinguishing the light;
her voice became silent
as she disappeared into the night.
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