Love At It's Finest - Poem by Chris Tiganescu
Open breeze, money, a lighthearted sky,
all pitiful in comparison to this, the
fire in my heart re-kindled, those feelings
again, rise with each touch, eyes
staring deep in my heart, all to show is
a longing to have you in my arms, to never
release you from my grasp, missing you
every time you walk away, so alive in the
in this dead world...
Running through my heart
running through my mind
filling my life
no longer needing a knife
im glad to call you my wife...
I cant bring myself to cry, a lifes hard end bringing
nothing but numbness to my eyes barely a whisp,
i need you, i want you ache for you, i'd die for you...
Proving time and time again that my descion to hold
onto you be not wrong judgment, but a choice that
will forever reward me, for your love is the relighting
of my day, and the awakening of my forever sleep, that
your lips can bring me to my knees, that a touch would
bring warmth to my heart and flutters to my worn heart...
A heart worn from the constant battling
and the losing of the love game, but still
holding and beating and loving, still
loving you, still wanting you... still needing
Can i spare a moment? i can spare a life my bones my mind
my heart, and give them all to you.
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