I don’t fear your heart…
I fear that you’ll see mine
and think me less…
I don’t fear you
I see your scars
and the deep lines upon your face,
I just want to run my fingers across your skin
and with my fingers trace ever battle
you’ve walked through, you’ve fought.
I don’t fear the sadness within you…
I fear you’ll see the darkness that surrounds me and turn away…
I don’t fear you.
I fear I’ll never be enough…
.x.
Oh my Sweetness
look at the crimson fall from your skin,
Such melodious screams
sing from within,
Crimson spatter art
across sheets of silk,
Gorgeous ivory skin
now white like milk,
Oh sweet sweet lullabies
you have sung,
such music to mine heart
as your skin I have strung,
Oh my Sweetness
crimson pool tears your eyes,
Such crystal clear blue
crystalline starry skies,
Sing for me sweet one
as the conductor’s knife I weald,
Illicit flesh peeled from bone
reborn you are healed,
Your cacophony of lullabies
are slowing to the fade,
Hearts symphony of flutterings
a lovers masquerade,
Crimson rivers run the floor
a memory of our time together,
Artistic clash across the pillows
my canvas your forever,
Shuttering breath
barely there,
Shuddering heart
my fingers graze with care,
Oh my precious
my deeply sweet one,
Such a joy to watch
as you come undone,
Ruby red tears spill
across porcelain cheeks,
My sweet provocative canvas
bright soul screeching red streaks,
And now as your crescendo peeks
lay your heart upon chest,
A black rose my insignia
burned upon you my crest,
You
my greatest masterpiece,
My G*ddess sweet passion
mine eyes exquisite feast,
Rivers of crimson
glorious red,
My beautiful Sweetness
exquisitely dead…
.x.
And I kissed every step
your bare feet stepped up on,
The rail where
your hand laid thereupon,
I followed the ghost
of your scent down the hall,
Your my highest high
biggest downfall,
My very own drug
and I in a hopeless trance,
I’d steal stars from the sky
to light your way give me a chance,
You don’t notice
you don’t care,
I’m just a ghost
not even there…
.x.
I wish that I could slit my wrists
open up with a gush of you,
Let the outpourings spellbind weary
travellers so true,
That I could speak and regale stories
telling wondrous tales of your love,
How your lips form pronunciations
your accent like a whisper of heaven above,
One look from you
and I’m slain,
Dear sweet man you drive me
so totally insane,
Everywhere I go someone reminds me of you
it blossoms a warmth within,
If I’m totally being honest?
you’re the sweetest most sexy sin,
And you’re a man just a man
but oh dear heaven above,
I’m so totally enchantedly
intoxicatingly in love…x.
A very long time back, I used to write both little thoughts and write words on pictures and the heading was always a number. I found a few of them, number 40 something is the last one I did I think and im not even sure if all of them are ones I made(those are spottable by the classic .x. that I do or having an fb page put on them), or if they are quotes I’ve found wherever. anyways… thought I’d maybe start doing it again but just title them all as little thoughts. So here’s the first of hopefully many…
We are 3 days into the new year and I hope its going well for you all so far. I’m in a musical mood(when am I not), but the wordy kind so maybe another post later?
Happy smiley Sunday all.x.
My sweetness I cannot
sleep,
Thoughts of you
my mind does keep,
And I fight these feelings
yes I do,
Afraid to give in
incase they overwhelm me so true,
Tell me my sweetness
just what do I say,
Do I give in
when my heart you could slay,
There is a battle inside
to ensure hurt does not gain,
Because then my sweet you would have my heart
but I pain,
But every thought my sweetness
every thought I find,
Is kissed and caressed by you
before it leaves my mind,
Your words they weave a web
running through my veins tracing each and every line,
Until you are all I think about
and I think about you all the time…x.
If I sang you a song would you listen
would you read between the lines,
If I wrote you a story page after page
would you see the signs,
Now I cant
sing a love song,
Write a poem
think a thought,
But this feeling that you give me
its one that can’t be brought,
But I’m here right now
on my knees on the floor,
Not hiding just giving
this is me raw,
And I am lost so lost
to the sound of your voice,
It echo’s swirls around me
pulls me to you no choice,
Intricately intertwining
your words they do reach,
And I’m lost on the lullaby
your words they do teach,
And love my love
it blooms and it grows,
You being you
So softly words sows,
Your smile your everything encircle
softly surround,
Become my safety my home
as to you I become bound,
Open me
to stories anew,
And when they say where is home?
I’ll say it is you…x.
Ignite me set ablaze
feelings on fire,
Surround me with words
build my desire,
Spark my interest
make it grow,
Fire my passions
make them glow,
Entwine my thoughts
feed my mind,
Capture my words
all that you find….
Drown me down
just drown me my sweet,
Splinter me into a hundred thousand pieces
so that I may die at your feet,
Take that strong sharp blade
that is made by only you,
Take my heart do as you will
cut it cut my heart all the way through,
Let me drown in the bitter sweet sorrow
that only you my sweet create,
Break me my sweet
smash each and every jagged piece don’t worry this is fate,
Watch as my fingers bleed
picking the pieces from the floor,
But as soon as I have to many my sweet
destroy my emotions once more,
Everytime you make me hurt
you make the words pour free,
It’s like the poet in me needs your push pull
so that I can be me,
But no it is as far from that
as I could ever write,
You are a drug and I but a hopeless addict
clawing the walls of my own mind at night,
Wanting needing with this hunger
an all consuming passion of mine,
And yet but here I am cascading all over this page
suspending this emotion in the cradle of time,
And as time forever ticks forward
this emotional outpouring forever frozen will stay,
And will be nothing but a distant echoing of dust
something blown because it got in the way,
The very memory of my words will become nothing more
than a ghosted dream that caresses you on the breeze,
A fleeting moment that will give you but a nano second of pause
when you alone in thought glance at the trees,
So my dear sweet I hand you my never faulting loyal heart
to use my emotions as you desire,
Break me in a way only you can and allow these emotions to overflow
light but the spark and I will burn in my own fire….
.x.
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