Flooding the streets within me the rain pours from the eyes of my soul ,
Dark clouds that she once existed still clouds my sky.
Eternal Overcast.
Ships of relation sink since the sun refuses to shine again. Innocent ones left drowning; in the rain.
I should have kissed her.

Standing, in an empty line of people.
but last in line

Standing in an empty line of people.
Silently shouting loud words
but her ears did not listen,
My request for love again declined
by the tongue's inability
to make sound.

Standing in an empty line of people.
An enemy of oneself.
with not knowledge of touch,
by the opposite being
Flawlessly ****** ,the depth, of my love,
Unseen.

Standing, in an empty line of people.
Waiting my turn.

Who am I, which version of me will i now be
she lurks at a counter, sips wine, a lipstick stain
leaves me meadowed in deep lust. Drowning in gaze and my fear thereafter must, rise from my most fragile thoughts
let that fear not become me.

Which version of me,  oh why cant I choose
Either, she loves me
or hates me
what have I got to lose

Which version of me , My most ponderous thoughts pondered
Thus a shadow appeared ,to her side
of whom I wondered

Which version of me, an empty stool now lurks
Left a glass, lipstick stain
A heart , that now hurts.

Ten billion atoms and yet a flesh soo weak. It faints for a woman ,  as dog to its bone, Yields at her feet
In the darkness she may whisper, it hurries to aid,
her most selfish wants, while it's soul yet disarrays
Her lust is famous for great great demise
Great Salomon and Samson
to her, who am I
for my fate is fixed might as well wait my turn,
Woman conquers flesh then after, thy soul burns.