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@rayleen43, what is it and where, That sound emanating over there. Is it my dream voice Heaven sent, Plentiful fruit and bedazzlement.
You hit me like lighting And burn me like fire. You grasp me with claws. You stun me like high wire. You break me like glass. You rip me like paper. You intrigue me so madly, I evaporate into...
You peel off my clothes, And kiss me just so, I tremble at your touch, It's just too much, I'll drag you back to bed, Cause you're stuck in my head, I complain I'm neglected, When really I'm...
Shocked, burning rubber cold. I'm on my way, so soon to get old. Was scared at first, not anymore. Shaking, my heart was so sore. I only had my heart to give her. Never anything else to make her.
Fire and flames. Fire consuming. There's no one getting out, When she's leaving. Holy eyes. Heart shaped fireflies. All she gets her man, is her raving. Fire she sees. Fire burning me.
When kantanka come My head is itchy buzz Eyes throb, swell-ache Afternoon long Fuse short Brittle mood snap, Barb jump out. Tolerance threaded On spiker tongue Nerves thread -fray Raw and plucked.
Tomorrow, I need for you to drive safe for things we've left unsaid. Talking to you is never easy. When ever I see you my heart goes crazy.
I used to love a man like you Fought for him like a soldier over every other woman But still his heart grew colder With clarity I remember him Caressing...
I can't stop this from happening, She has left a scar under my skin. Touches my heart ever so softly. Burns my insides ever so lovely. I lay paralized, in loving pain.
We fight, we love, we hate I shout, I grieve, I loathe You spit, you cry, you bitch Our world a darkened cove The temper of our lives Just grasps each of us Rips out our love Turning it to dust My...
Lying in a petrified state, waiting to get a release. Imprisoned, in marble, walls of fire and lightning. Got my arm stretched out. Cut me up, and drink my blood. Drain me, my love.
I love you so much. I couldn't want any more. Our skin is touching but I need you closer. I want to hold your heart I need to embrace your soul. I need you to know that our love is eternal.
I want to see you suffer. I want to see you in pain. I want you to understand, my heart is not a game. I want to cut you open. I want to see you broken.
I'm afraid I am walking the walks of dreams, I fear my eyes portray false images, that my world is melting before my body until your true soul appears before me to lead me to your door.
I would jump out of my skin. Breathe all the negativity in. Burn those bridges down. Stay underwater til I drown. Bring the moon and the stars, come running from afar.
The Ribbon April 27 2012 1:20 AM Flickers in my eyes Your face A kiss Hands on my neck Visions of a past that is Not yet borne Turn the lights off Turn the mirrors on Let me focus on myself Let...
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
You sit there staring at the truth, looking at it through a desperate and deathly glare. Let me tell you, it will not go away, nor will it falter or become dismayed.
You are the fire, Burning in my brain. You are the aching heart, Bursting in my vein. You are the fountain, From which I long to drink. You are the only thought, My mind can ever think.
At the end of the road you stand. Certain of where your going, and sure of how you are going to get there. A rhythm travels down the road, loud and strong-your heartbeat; echoing.
A soft brush of sweetened lips against your own, the scent of roses not too far away mingled with the saltiest tang from the gently lapping tide of the sea.
This is not a happy poem I am through with happy rhymes They lie with lines all nicely timed I look at every charming phrase And throw the book aside, enraged.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode. In a shower of stars and wishes. There's so much I want, nay need, to see and do. To experience and taste.
Do you ever stop and find yourself talking to a person. Not even sure how you got to that point. It's like showering fully clothed.The water hitting your skin. Hidden between layers of fabric.