Cruel LoveA Poem by L4rn13 "I wish your body was not so warm to me.... Just so you know.... And all it was was something beautiful... When tragic dreams seem so tall..."
How calamitus
Mind convulsing at such opulance... "I wish your body wasn't so warm to me" You...constantly absorbed by this being... To let go is to give in... To let go is to fail... Body shivers against its will Ensnared, tangled and driven, trying not to feel... "And all it was was something beautiful..." Striking realisation Chords plunging in, It was nothing more, All I am is nothing to you because you struck the core... "I wish your body was not so warm to me..." Give this 'worthless' soul the ideal beating, Wrap it in your cold arms and warn it of how lifeless you are For it shan't listen, Weaken it with the truth. "I wish your body was not so warm to me...just...so...you...know..." Let it taste such meaningless goals for it strive for it, Knowing it means nothing, It continues to strive for your aggressive words and hate.... "And all it was was something beautiful..." Keep telling it.... It gets off on it.... It knows its true worth but your voice.... How you play it... Twisted as it is it craves the break down. It craves your disapproval. "I wish your body was not so warm to me.... I wish your body was not so warm to me... I wish your body was not so warm to me... Just so you know.... And all it was was something beautiful..." Tear the wings I had created from my shoulders, There is no need for them any longer, Just your touch, Your voice is all that is left, Telling, Caressing and strangling... Saying you are nothing... "And all it was was something beautiful..." Grab the spine, Trace along with a ripple, For all is powerless against it... Even I... Yet your displeasure continues... "I wish your body was not so warm to me.... I wish your body was not so warm to me... I wish your body was not so warm to me... Just so you know.... And all it was was something beautiful..." © 2014 L4rn13 |
StatsAuthor
L4rn13Birmingham, United KingdomAboutPoem from a Poet... I shan't befuddle your mind With poems of vampires Or quadruple signs, But rather rhythmful beats. For I am a poet And express through torn seams The stories of the heart,.. more..Writing
|
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing