11-23-2006, 06:03 AM | #11 |
Bending space
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In tired mind I often find,
sordid and painful the thoughts of thee, then rummage through my brain anew, yet from the thoughts I flee, A winters night with cold delight, bringing shivers to my skin, the cold where once there was your touch, with heated raptures sin, thinking now the way I'd vow, to hold you always near, having you so far away, makes me feel so insincere, All the world to me unfurled, their thoughts of me and you, ever do I hate to hear, the fact that it is true, and ever more do I explore, the reasons you gave to flee, though the words may say something else, I feel it was from me, maybe I do speak words untrue, full of fear and grief, perhaps I truly do not understand, why our time was so brief, One thing I know is that although, you say we'll never be, my feelings shall burn ever strong, hidden deep inside of me, I will never forget when we met, the impression you made on me, a woman strong and beauty bold, with whom I could agree, our first kiss was unending bliss, and lasted through the night, the first woman in long an age, to postpone our carnal delight, such a crime so short a time, could pass us by so fast, and here I sit still missing you eighteen long months past, ******* ******* ******* (I found a rather old poem of mine that is a little twisted. Enjoy) What to say its the end of my time, who will there be to morn me, when I die, and I find so many reasons, to let the demons take me home, but theres no way out, of this trap, save through the soul, its a pity I lost a long long time ago... Her eyes shine brightly in the soft, mirrored, candle light, the same light shines, off the blood, pooling on the floor, thats one more man, that she'll hear about, no more, but theres never a solution, in the knife, on the life soaked floor... Show me a bridge, over a river, in the pale moon glow, please take me to that place, where she jumped, away that night, one more bloated body won't mater, in this soulless fight, who says theres no short cuts in my life....
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[CENTER]"To look on virtue is divine, to destroy virtue is ecstasy." "Hate me now, kill me later" -Mintaro, Myself So THATS where his ideas came from. Xbox live: Cort Crow Last edited by Mintaro; 11-23-2006 at 06:11 AM. |
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