Poems of thought and love

This is what happens...

the lips of my past flirted with the heart

Of my soul. And my pride is merely complicating

The feat of remaining whole.

Those lips, how the tease at the gentleness

Of my simplicity, but the air between,

Them is strong, and speech has become impossible.

Tears gush out like the blood does from my heart,

And my lungs are filled with stubborn air that's lost

In it's own confusion. I'm suffocated by my pride

and trapped by my stupidity...

And willingness.

Those eyes, they stare through my mask,

The rip through my hair with unsearchable assurance.

My heart is going to war in a raging fight freedom,

Lead by my pride, but fought with my talents.

"blattle cry"

How many screams can one endure?

How many dreams until your sure?

Since when, is love forces to flee

From my own self victory?

For my love for you has been

stoned untill death,

So I ask for a friendship

With my last breath...