She only speaks
Of what she fears.
He only seeks
What he wants to hear.
Darkness forgets
Whatever held dear.
Perhaps when the sun rises
It’s when it all turns clear.
Fall.
Realised ’twas a bad call,
Following a bad fall.
Passion walked out the door,
We couldn’t do anything more.
Our love was bald,
There’s nothing else worth fighting for.
Slow.
Issues on a roll,
We’re on all time low.
I said,
“There’s still some rice on the bowl.”
He said,
“Don’t let the food run cold.”
Now we will go real slow,
But baby, we will reach our goal.
Don’t.
I gave him the world;
His mind in a whirl.
I gave him my word;
He twisted his backwards.
Love for Gold.
Toward atoll she will roll,
For a gold for the soul.
A requirement for bravery,
All she will touch be lined silvery.
The heart bleeds as it yawns,
For she will never settle for bronze.
Chance.
A hidden love;
A silent word.
Emotional glances;
Swift advances.
You ignited this fervour,
Now I’d take all the chances.
Closer.
Your scent,
The air I breathe.
My favorite temperature,
The heat you emit.
Fondness
Missing you when we’re apart.
But — we’re always apart
Since close is never close enough.
Light.
Emotions,
She was trying to hide.
Been a year,
Waiting to subside.
Insecure,
Desperate for a guide.
Perhaps a man like him,
To bring her light.
Kiss.
Locking eyes,
Locking lips.
May our kisses be filled,
With trueness of feelings;
Withdrawal be prolonged,
With passion lingering.
Never once in the future,
Be a regimental action
Of a set of programmed responsibilities;
Or be forgotten amongst negativity.
Old.
Memories are cages
Trapping our souls,
Holding on to our ages
And the people old and bold.
Those that survive,
We’ll be laughing ’til there are tears;
Those that didn’t,
They’ll be part of a past so queer.
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