A love is special.
A love is unique.
But love is not.
I hope.

Forever tormented by the thought.
You took my love.
Uniqueness that can't be bought.
This feeling I had with you gone.
Forever lost and never retrieved.
My hearts passion truely deceived.

Despair swelling at my ankles.
Searching for love like before.
You punish me with shackles.
They've left me feeling cheap.

An artist without creativity.
Coloring with no feeling.
Incapable of sensitivity.
This image of replaying moments.
Plagiarism of my emotion.
A different person and yet.
My heart of thoughts - only confliction.

I want them to be special and unique.
This wall turned insurmountable.
My problem has come full circle with no solution.
Uniqueness ripped clean surgically.
You took it all perfectly.
Even these words you've taken from me.
I'm left with no choice.
You'll not have my voice!

The passion of my heart.
Could wear the river rocks to dust.
Relentless like the tides of moons.

The passion of my heart.
Could travel any distance.
It knows no barrier like the fading Ozone.

The passion of my heart.
Could melt with invisible fire.
Like the polar ice caps.

The passion of my heart.
Could feed the hungry.
Full of Endless substance.

The passion of my heart.
Could be inconceivably large.
Rivaling the Sun and the stars.

Battling myself not to break something.
Insides twisted from head to toe.
Desperate for the anger not to show.
Taking all my will.
Flooding out the gates.
Almost nothing left and still.
Turmoil rising within.
What do I do?
When all I want is to give in.
When ****** isn't enough.
Genocide couldn't keep up.
Anger the deepest black couldnt colour.
If only all my personalities would materialize.
Standing by to ease the pain and shoulder.
The things I cannot.

Beautifully written,  full of passion, are our songs of love
they sway with tenderness,  ripe with emotions
so tender are the nights, a kiss for a kiss, lips for lust
a description of the two joined are fused together
a rhythmic heartbeat forms the song, written from
lips of passion, a kiss can inspire  hearts of words
written from a poet to join a song ..

The soft kiss of song, just a slight peck please
its sweet and polite and lets you know it cares
they smile at each other as the song develops
so sweet, the smile touches the others words,
its nice to know to these words
can inspire a song ...

The harder kiss, with the song open slightly
rubbing each other together, no tongue is given
a more sentimental touch of words that makes
the body shiver, when the tingle flows to the toes
its nice to know the song is almost perfect,
that it can move one to tears ...

Last is the french kiss that brings full explosion
the words build up to mouths wide open,
massaging of tongues builds the song of love
to lust, and each holds the other, with no letting go
this kiss is never wrong, as the song builds the kiss
to bring our hearts to write that passionate song...

Debbie Brooks 2014

What do I do now
that I've tasted real happiness?
What do I do
now that it's gone?

I can't  control myself
I will never feel this love
for someone else

What do I do now
that I taste real sadness?
what do I do
now that you are gone?