Peter S. Quinn

You are the same - always same,
So hard to ask for anything;
The sleepy eyes a burning flame,
You go away or loving bring.
Talking to you makes differences,
Turning me off is all right;
This all around talking acquaintances,
Is scathing on no going light.

You had your ways and place with me,
And nothing came out of it;
You set my thoughts straight to see,
That better things are to acquit.

I am to tame - something to frame,
Quite insecure on to hold;
Come here to me do your acclaim,
Let the ways double unfold.
What tastes now sweet may go,
From time to time away;
All what we know we don't know,
The pure of taste cliche.

You had your ways and place with me,
And nothing came out of it;
You set my thoughts straight to see,
That better things are to acquit.

Letting the weight become light,
Is not the right way to fight
In love or hate;
Bring me oneness in its own right,
That's life debate.

So much to fight for if love's true,
Never though waste moments of touch;
Here we are both - here to renew,
If we love each other very much.
Feelings are making me want to die,
Tough inside I know that's not what I wan; t
You broken my wings to fly to your sky,
All what is left - me now will haunt.