When it is all said and almost done When you are through with me and have had your fun You will not be able to look me in the eyes Burdened down with the weight of your lies
Dark secrets you refused to show And heavy guilt you carry in tow Will be way too much for your soul to bear Goodbye will **** whatever love remains there
He speaks to me In poems I write about him In dreams I drift and dance Aimlessly and enamored Aside an amassed Illusion of what Should be there It’s you Impossibly palpable Tauntingly tangible It’s you The rolling rumble Of a gifted cannonade I wear his words And take shelter in his voice He is a sweeping, blood red sunset I soak him in With a smile on my face When others cannot look I cannot look away When I am hell fire I rain into him And he Swallows me up effortlessly like The calmest, deepest sea We are bound By what cannot Be broken In what we share And words left unspoken
If it should be An ambient glow or A scorched earth I burn for him
And if it should be A soft summer breeze or A godless gale force wind He feeds my flames He feeds these flames
Trust is a golden key to one’s heart It is so strong yet easily shattered, It is so pure yet easily blemished, It is as strong as the howling of the wind, It is truly, the craving that everyone seeks.