#ethiopian
Falling for the taken
The little wood set a light in her heart.
Her little hope of love burning brighter than ever.
A story of regret at the beginning.
She fell for his smile
His scent
His warmth
His words
His heart
She walks blindly on the paths he drags her
Her smile is, till pain do them part.
The intensity of the fire
Spreads wildly causing happiness to all and scars to heart
She fell for the taken heart.
Her first regret.
Everyday he is with his one
She holds the tears that will send their fire to death
She chokes on her words of love
For once, she hoped to be read.
Her wall made of dust.
Their flame keeps burning her.
She wills him to love his one as she holds him tight
Her skin melts
She feels the pain but enjoys the heat
She pains but loves
She refuses to let her mistake go
She refuses to water the flame of her love
She fell for the taken.
The heart of the taken
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
Im home alone again,that's fine
Drinking Ethiopian wine
Wishing you were here with me
A you that wished to be with thee
you without any troubles
Me with my unsightly fumbles
Is it the wine that keeps us apart?
Is that the line which separates ones heart?
I lit a cigarette just now
Wonderring if my words are foul
Are they of a dream come true?
Or might they just be of you ?
A you that may not exsist
To which I am constantly betwixt
Who are you?
And will I ever know
This love of mine
That fails to show
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC