Poetic

Poetry speaks

I, desire;

never let go.

I breathe for pauses shorter than the skirts you so shamelessly gaze upon.

I wake in the night, though I don't sleep in the day.

It's poetic.

You, lust;

will never quench.

Your hunger devours more than the storm that you wish to control.

Your eyes never falter, even when closed.

It's poetic.

Hand in hand our fingers are like locks without keys.

Light and dark are together like our moral roads.

You see it, I reach out.

I hold it, you rest;

then we start again.

How chaotically poetic.

Reviews

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How beautiful carved pain and torture of our desires. Your style is very precise. Here is great a poetry.

[RannunculusBlooms]

ooooo i love the emotion and repetition in this poem! awesome job!!

[unspokenpain]

Thank you. ^.^