Cynthia

Cynthia May 2018

I know he's made mistakes,
I understand he isn't fair.
But he makes my sunken heart fly
when his fingers travel through my hair.

His lips are stained with broken hearts,
His soul is tainted with their tears.
I know it's wrong and it will hurt,
but my body wants him near.

Cynthia Apr 2018

Tomorrow

It will be the last time I get hurt
until tomorrow
It will be the last time I fall for a ****
until tomorrow
I swear to never disrespect myself again
until tomorrow
I promise to no more inflict my own pain
until tomorrow.

I swear I will hold my pride
I will stand it on my empty lies
that somewhere beneath these knotted ties
is a girl that truly relies
on herself for love.
She relies on tomorrow.

Mar 2018

crystal holly

loose thoughts.

i write because paper
always listens

#writing #paper #listen #loosethoughts

Cynthia Mar 2018

Sunrise

The sun writes me letters of love
with ink made of the purest gold.
Though I wish not to admit the truth,
it is my heart she gently holds.

My fingers yearn to caress her body,
her touch deteriorates my concrete walls.
Years on years I've protected myself,
yet at her sight, I embrace the fall.

My world trembles when she's not near,
and now it breaks apart.
She slipped through my fingertips
and burned away my heart.

Cynthia Mar 2018

Temptation

The devil is a tempting man
when his fingers trace my skin.
I should have known from the start
there's a price to pay in sin.
But I can't stop when his lips touch mine,
it feels like a hellish fire.
Every touch, every bite
I am burning with desire.

I crave his touch and his taste
when he holds my body closer.
He's the player, I'm the game
*** is the controller.
The taste of his sinful lips linger,
as does his nails against my flesh.
I truly wonder to myself,
when did he make me his?