The love in my heart
Makes me feel sick as I read the pages of you
You haven't even got an inclining or a clue of what you put me through.
But I can read you like a book
A word, a sentence, a look
You weave your snare
You hurt me and don't even care
In your net I am caught and I beg to be set free
From your unholy love, you banshee
I want to shove you away
But then in my mind you'll stay
Bleeding the blood from my veins
Driving me insane
In the dripping darkness of the void-
That was my heart before it was destroyed
I still feel a yearning
A flame burning
For your voluptuous form
A feeling that will never leave
But will continue to deceive me!
a lovely piece... i was curious to read this because of the title and i've found out that it was really great poem... thanks best regards, jdh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love all your work I .ca r get over how creative you are. Your poems speak to me from time gone