why am I so tormented
by thoughts of you
there's still a dark desire
still a yearning
all my soul within me burning
watch them rolling down your body
soft and supple
close your eyes
it's just like breathing
let all thought just slip away
then the path is non-existant
(lips so close together)
in the darkness, and the silence
i can hear you asking questions
but i'll never stop
(reflections of you)
how can love so passionate fade?
when you don't even know i'm there
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
nor iron bars a cage"
One of my favorite things about writing and poetry especially - there are no boundries. No rules.
A very powerful art that can take others deep into the beautiful soul of the author. You have the power to control, to create and destoy worlds, to inspire a mass movement, or to incite a riot- rustling violence in the hearts of men.