I need your heat upon my lips For you’ve set my soul on fire I can't wait, I am drowning in passion And all I can think of is a night full of desire.
When I will look you in the eye and touch your naked soul I promise you will get a shiver down your spine I will then grab your waist and kiss you from the neck down, Melting away all your desires whilst sipping red wine
Your body will be in the state of ecstasy And you will fail to resist the aroused sensations I will tickle and touch the most sacred corners of your body, And you will realize, making love is too great a temptation.
not crayon not water but watered down to drown that claw scratch of its taste it is most marvellous sometimes a shocking mark made here on the page here here here here just where my finger points to whatever past symbol we all agreed on then when need made need obey for everyone sometimes a mark memory asks for from its past sometimes a real jewel that fell to earth and rang as a star and rings still so get it back it’s written down it can’t be difficult unless you’re blind unless you’re dead and even then it is most marvellous
Finally, it splattered Washing away the chatter Lulling me peacefully Clearing doubts, clattered Remembering I frown Time wasted apart Testing one thing mattered the most Our love Sprinkling again like fresh rain Finally, it splattered rainbow We breathe again
You threw her away A seed which wasn't being used She fell to ground In despair, in a desperate attempt To make something of herself The dirt which she fell in, nurtured her Provided her with all that she needed Now she stands tall A beautiful strong tree Fulfilling her purpose
he was her air giving her a beautiful life a life suited for a queen but suffocating her on certain days - shutting the palace doors making her see an explosion of colour but immersing her into a dark dungeon her mind became a spiders web trapping her most intense feelings allowing her to maintain her golden smile while making sense of her devastation within this war is hers to fight for she refuses to give up she still sees the beautiful life and opened palace doors
‘Real poets’ say the words should flow That the words just come to you At random times throughout the day But what if that’s not my case What if it takes me a week Just to put together the right words Just to get the point across Does that make me a poser? Am I a fake poet then? No it just makes me different Everyone writes their heart out Bleeds the words onto the paper Some people just have a slower flow Not a gush but a drip And that’s me.
I have been feeling very stuck lately. Like my life is at a stalemate
I fall apart when I take a couple sips can’t help to think how hurt I feel take one more to see if I can go into this different world of no feelings try to forget where I’m at the moment and just float away .Take a sip of *** cause I don’t like anything clear. Take another sip you can’t get near, thoughts running through my brain can’t control it but to fear always open up and break into tears