This fire is burning me down,
I feel a volcano underneath,
This calm face and deep frown,
Thinking of you wanna just make me drown.
I see you over there in front of my eyes,
looking as pretty as a sculpture in ice,
Your hair flowing over your spine,
It makes me go crazy, as if on wine
You look so perfect, so beautiful, so sexy,
I just wanna hold you close , close my eyes,
No regret left in this fucking life,
If I died the day I knew you were mine
But fuck it, it is stuck in my windpipe,
Read my eyes coz I am choked,
I wanna tell you to be my life,
Cant you see it in my eyes?
Read them, know them, trust them,
Listen to all those words I never said,
For fear that you will deny,
that there is something special between you and I
I loved the lines - "For fear that you will deny,
ReplyDeletethat there is something special between you and I". Those lines sum the entire poem...and the exact feelings of anyone who has felt a deep longing with himself but subdued it.
The intensity of what you've written is gripping.
I don't think you can write that without actually feeling like that in reality...
corrections in the comment: sum up the entire poem*, and longing within himself*
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