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BarelyABard Jul 2015
You want to breathe my shadow?
You want to feel my rage?
You want to see me howl and roar like phantom wolves inside a cage?


They throw my body in cell,
I bare my teeth and grin.
They leave me where I tripped and fell but I remember
every
sin...
My eyes,
they stare,
my face is calm...
But creatures stir inside my veins...

If I let go of all control,
the fire of hell would swallow me whole.

What's this...?

But you my dear...
you wish to see,
the darkest parts I hide in me...
I find it strange,
I can't explain,
you choose to never turn and run.
You touch my lips and gently kiss
what burns like violence from the sun...

Well if you insist...

Show me your anger. Show me your rage.
Open my body,
page by page...
Give me wounds inside this cage.

Roar with my fear,
moan in my ear,
scream with me,
perhaps we'll see...
why your demons play so well with me...
Well this one is different...
My lover is shy;
She would not let me touch her.
I wrote poems to her;
They fell silent on the paper.

My lover is sly,
She would tape us together,
Reading my longings, my desires,
Playing to my fulfillment.

Moaning,
Groaning,
Bound together, glued,
Holding our hands together;
One strong fragrance
Holding our breath together;
Silent climatic death,
Sweet ecstasy.
Joann Rolleston Jul 2014
Hello how are you?
I soon start to regret
I think I've triggered moody
Right into my lap

Blah blah blah and then ...
My eyes they're glazing over

Woe is me I'm thinking
Regretting my decision
I was being polite and friendly
Now I'm seeking freedom

Blah blah blah and then ...
You take my silence as agreement

Its not that I don't like you
I do really care about you
I'd love it if you stop talking
And realise silence is golden

Blah blah blah and then ...
I'm reaching my limit

I think God must be laughing
Patience lesson working
Although I wish he'd teach you
'Great' is the correct answer
got to love our moaning groaning friends ... some good people wear their hearts on their sleeves and really think you wanna know all about it, when you don't really ... but you love them anyway

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