.off of the top of my head.A Poem by Britanie
i desired it
lips hang heavy with these lies where was the truth i need it all of the things you forgot your words of trying explanations are wrapped up in excuse(s) i have held it closer; our hearts. i am keeping it warmer; our passion. the fire has burned it's way through my veins these images have putrefied i am ready to empty the empty-ness that has taken up my stomach there is a deep hole where not even your perfect smile can fill with promises they will all fade with our words scarcely deceiving us with prose now there is only resetting our heart buttons i'll press mine with fierce intention to beat this misconception that in love there is no suppressing love is suppression. i thought i could beat you because i have you under my, skin out of my, control i can say so much you can say nothing at all did you notice all of the beauty i pointed out in front of you your eyes stay closed to surprises i wait for letters full of passion pretty boxes made from your hands imprinted with a promise to always keep me safe inside. all of these feelings are too open for the world. i was beautiful before this i was ugly before this i knew pain before this i knew pleasure before this i desire passion all of this where is it? i'm not finding it in this skin, over done and under sunned i can touch the red, now pink, scars on my flesh and recall that it was all too much. © 2018 Britanie |
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2 Reviews Added on April 18, 2012 Last Updated on September 14, 2018 AuthorBritanieMAAbout"I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. The two elements of passion are rapture and melancholy. It seems to me, I am that incarnate." Free-flow writin.. more..Writing
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