Smooth strokes in the back of my head, Penetration only a few inches from my everything, Why did everyone turn away, Maybe they thought I was already vacated. This is the face I shall wear to my wake, You can wrap me in ribbons And tell everyone I was just a fake, But beneath these remains enclosed in this casket, A rose petal I did not swallow, And when you are told that I have transpired from this life I hope you reply when... Maybe when I turned away. * An Impression To know a body of reckless lines Where past impressions are unseen by eyes The tender exposure by a faultless man Renders this figure as second hand. * In Accordance With My Heart She has gone And left this space wallowing in my thoughts. And suffice to say I am in tatters But still in accordance with my heart. My love wanders aimlessly patching up those dreams And renovating time. One touch of your hand Although in a reverie And I am yours again. * Loving Sacrafice Two flames respectively eye each other The darkness shy and taunt Standing tall upon their burning effigies A fusion of light is anxiously sought. Displaying a naked dance in colours Eager to embrace the night Shadows patiently looking in Though the gloom retreats at a length. Spitting the zealous red The tongue tied executions When all is left is a wisp of smoke Finally two lovers are together. | | | |
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