Where are you love?
Are you sleeping...

Think not for a moment,
that you've snared a poets heart...

I wish that I could tell you
but I don't know what you'd do...

And suddenly
the world seems beautiful...

My jaw contracts as I walk on alone
leave you behind amid hallways of stone...

I want you with fire
that burns in my heart...

Kiss me with words
that dance on your tongue...

One more time, love
let me hold your hand...

To hell with poetic devices
Pain down my throat like too many spices...

On St's Eve I sit here and grieve
my caring and wanting of you...

My love is like a red,red rose bursting into flame
Everyone can see it, yet you refuse to speak its...

I wrote this in the moment, while explaining to a...
I feel like im burning up...