She's got a picture of him on her desk
She tries to write but she can't
His eyes drags hers into them like a magnet
'Could you stop hauting me? ' asks she
But those blue eyes are there
Piercing her, hurting her
They are everything she can see
'I won't stare at you anymore! '
And she faces the paper, avoiding the curse
Tries to write a few lines but it doesn't work
Pale white skin, dark messed hair
Sculptured nose, lips full of desire
And, oh, those blue eyes...
All she knew was they set her on fire
She drops the pencil, head over heels
'Without you I'm nothing' that's how she feels
He's the grave with her own hands she'd dug
'I'll never let you know you're my perfect drug'
Love is the perfect drug...some people it keeps from writing, others are forced to write! Luckily, you're one of the second category
Line four should be 'haunting' - letter T is missing. The first cut is the deepest is the old song cliche......those first breaking surges of Love's waves are potent and in the surge of an up comes the crashing wave of a down, down. Learning curves of live's hard lessons. Love's often obsessive; a longing. The sensations of pleasure we give and receive stimulate powerful endorphine like drugs and our need to familiarity and affection and excitement and so on are hugely crucial to one's happiness and peace of mind. I'd look in the mirror not at the picture and examine within. Again Billy Joel's A MATTER OF TRUST is an amazing song to take apart. Covers every base for types of relationships we all go through Keep writing! Good stuff Pat
Excellent piece of writing! ! Keep up the great work! ! Always, Nick
Perfectly written, you really know how to deal with words, and you know exactly how to transfer your feelings for those who are reading your work. You have a really special gift! A different way to understand everything that surrounds you. Don't you ever let this gift die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another form of love drug addiction.