Alone in our thoughts once more,
That swallows us up,
Urging us to sink deeper into its world of fantasy,
As if they shall only remain thoughts,
When we know that every bone in us wishes for it to become reality.
You kiss me,
And I pretend to not like it,
You pull me close and for a moment I act as if I'm deaf
And the frantic pounding of your heart isn't really sounding in my ears,
Matching my own,
That sings dark lusts my mind hid from me.
I want you to touch me,
Though I know in the end I won't like it,
You ask if your touch has awaken my burning desires,
I say no,
A lie I know I will regret,
Yet have I still uttered,
Thinking that I'll feel less guilty about it.
And in the midst of it all
A gospel rhythm sings in my mind,
And I think how sick I must be,
And I'm sick,
Torn between my love for you
And my love for God,
The lusts of flesh,
And the desires of my soul.
Oh here I am in your arms,
Wanting to cry,
The tears threatening to sour the mood,
Let me let it fall,
Let me truly love you,
Oh how I do love you,
More than my heart can explain.
I cry,
You let me,
For you know what I need,
You know you need it too,
Never again,
Your eyes seem to scream,
Tired of the prematurity of our desires,
There is this peace that fills the room,
The song's rhythm picks up,
And we let it consume our souls.
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Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)
PoetryPoetry is life, written the way one sees it and lives it. Every experience is a word that begins a poem that speaks the length of a novel. 'Shadows Of MY Heart' takes the noticeable, everyday occurrences to explain the deeper ones that go unnoticed...
