"mentle" poems
its hard to feel your hands, cause i feel the claws you hide ;
like lips with a serpents tongue i taste every lie you hide inside.
you want to be cuff but im already feeling tied,
and im already missing outside cause im locked up by your ways.
knowing that i love you only make my reflection feel betrayed.
every hour you speaking feels like the end of days
cause you filling me up with crack truth its an addictions in your eyes,
you see far to out, you make me wanna scream and shout,
how the **** im supposed to trust when you have commited crimes of the heart.
made many stop, had other lose their tempo,
you claiming that you love, im thinking your mentle,
and I have no doubt that you even realize, that real lies create real ties with fake tears, and loud cries, no wonder why im damaged and i cant find a way out.
im stuck in your ***** maze,
you keep luring me in,
i feel like such a fool, I keep caving in.
your thighs are too strong for my arms to pull away, instead the pull closer, but rough and enraged.
You don't know how much you poison lips are such an addiction.
Every kiss is a cut on the wrist, with a tungue that licks each incision.
Every night is just a shadowy vision.
Bites and holds, kissing every curve while i hold your body in submission.
gripping and thrusting to a point of panting.
pining you down while your legs lock around my waist, we fall together on the bed landing,
mending our spirits even if we far apart, the laws of attractions meets the laws of hearts,
no matter which loves and which hates,
one and both cant escape the need for each other,
differences are just bi polar similarities,
but in the end of the night..
both will want to be pleased.
-deep thought
9-12-14
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
It was all going pretty well, infact very well if i had to be pushed....
but then i started to realise happiness is just an ilusion born in the fabric of the mind and thats when it all started to go terribly, partly because my legs are very wobbley there like jelly really (probs strawberry flavour) but more importantly where the hell are golden grahams they say they were cancelled because of the salt but it wasnt there fault they were taken away so young but at least we know theyve gone to a better place, theyve gone to live in the sea with the plaice (im going for the worst poem ever written can you tell :)).......i think i love you so i wrote it in a card you replied i think you mentle but i think we should just be freinds :( (that bits not true *** i dont know who you are :D) right back to the poem infact il start a new one :).
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC