Never considered myself poetic, I'm more like a lover of words, but I can't help myself, I write a poem or two when feelings get overwhelming. |
Mirrored before her stains the image of her scream
A damage canvas tainted by cries of her dreams...
I apologize to you for my careless youth
For all the pain I've caused unable to soothe...
Baby confess to me your addiction for my skin
I know you want me, I urge you to drink me in...
I always feel like I'm something in between
Amidst the anger or joy but ever incomplete...
I'm saddened by the tragedy I can become
I'm weak and quite undone...
I always feel like I'm something in between
Amidst the anger or joy but ever incomplete...
My heart seems to be interrupted of it's beat
Perhaps our love has become deplete...
Baby confess to me your addiction for my skin
I know you want me, I urge you to drink me in...
Our love was conceived by forbidden and lustful...
So your heart came to me with tattered ties...