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 Aug 2014 Thomas Bron Mukama
No
Moments like this I don't even care if you love me back. I have so much love spreading through my blood system demanding to come out. I have so much love inside me and if I don't give it away, it bursts my veins open and  gets my chest tight.
Sometimes at four am I think and think and I just want to love, and love so  desperately it hurts more than not loving at all.
I just want to kiss you all the time but I'd conform with loving you though, because I need to love and you're get me all dizzy and high and giddy with your smile. And if you let me just love you right, then I wouldn't be crying at 8:35 in the night with a bunch of emotions bubbling and longing to give and give and give until I had no more to give.
I'm so sad right now, **** it.
I wore a very serious look like a tempered dog
Moved down to the shelve and picked a few items,
Little time had been budgeted for the location.
In a rush, I felt a hand passing over my head,
I turned at once and looked.
Mother Nature had stripped naked
A Painted face from lashes to neck
A straight chest like that of a model
Curved body not comparable to mannequins
Less to say like a drained princess
An age determined by closeness
Sounding with a soft pitch…’’I take the blame”.
I immediately nodded to the Y-axis
Wondering if the devil had come
To warn me about death.
For this time I wished I had Gods number
To book or even subscribe for a creation,
One of a kind who looked younger
Than its creation.
Dashing out priceless smiles that captured the
Attention of the by passers, it so happens
That originals really shine for ages.
lovers write sweet verses
but yours do not compare.
You write ballads with the wind,
and rhymes with the roses.
flowing stanzas with the rivers,
love letters with the stars,
sonnets with the seas.
all You do says ' I love you',
all You do is poetry.
at the sight of you
moons are dull grey spotlights
flat, dimensionless, and known.
which could make us akin
if i let the end begin.

but i drag it out and twist it tight
all strapped in place
i dig a tunnel in my soft spot.

stretch the truth until it breaks its back.
bones of sugar
clumped together like lonely hydrogen
in a coronal marsh.
i thought i could tame it.

i see
silver and black wind
builders and watchmen.
your world famous carousel hugs
turn to languorous shrugs
but they both make me dizzy.

a gaze eclipsed for the moment
you're less a mind, more a slogan.

when his eye meets yours
it leaves behind
sunspots.
Yes they left as boys, not yet men
Lifes adventure had just begun
It won't be me, my life is safe
When I left you I said I'll be ok
Now I return with shattered mind
Blown apart by things I've seen and done
But!!! I return with legs no more
Blown apart in strawberry gore
But who now wants this bomb torn wreck
Who now wants this shattered piece of once was a man
Well *******
On these two legs of tempered steel
I will conquer any hill
And yes climb the mountain to
You may have lost the will to live
But with metal legs I still have so much to give
A message sent to you
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