Burn your soul,
feeling the heat;
of passion.
Feel it lick on your skin,
...
Down pours the rain,
In harmony with its drops,
Down pours the rain,
With all its might and glory.
...
I've held back years of painful tears;
Tears that must be wept.
lest they seap like poison into my heart,
lest they leak out of me like blood.
...
If love can be measured by the hours of a day;
Mine for you,
would span this lifetime and the next.
Mine for you,
...
Maybe sometimes,
we might not hold hands.
we might not talk sweetly with one another.
we might not act like we're in love.
...
Kisses and hugs,
Teases and thugs.
Sinful nights,
and sweet delights.
...
People who dwell in lies of their own creation
tend to live out their lies.
In the end, they believe even in It,
those Lies of their own creation.
...
look me in the eyes,
touch me on my skin,
kiss me in the lips.
Feel the heat,
...
A glance at the horizon,
so near it seems,
I stand on edge.
Why, did I have to be here?
...
Wait. what's that I hear in my head?
-Laughter-
Am I going mad?
-Raging screams-
...
I'm just me. ppl say i'm: weird, crazy, hard to understand, complicated, surprisingly open minded, etc. i'm not sad. i like it like dat. i'm different. n i'm proud. i'm just me. my email is, ng_obi@hotmail.com. i chat. hope to see u soon.)
Passion Burns
Burn your soul,
feeling the heat;
of passion.
Feel it lick on your skin,
Feel its touch full of sin.
And yet, I give it no thought.
Cross my mind, cross my heart,
never once, made me cold.
And of this truth untold,
there my heart is sold,
The devil cries.
I love this girls brevity, as a second language she has more command than those who take it for granted.
good poems, they inspire me much