Counting each time
You made my heart race,
Like needles on the sewing machine,
Thumping in and out.
Fast and slow
Then turning the edges,
Whirring along the outline of us
Slightly hurting yet seals us complete.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Counting each time
You made my heart race,
Like needles on the sewing machine,
Thumping in and out.
Fast and slow
Then turning the edges,
Whirring along the outline of us
Slightly hurting yet seals us complete.
A touch of poison;
A kiss of death.
Your hugs were wreaths
Enclosed with regrets.
You’ve forgotten how to love.
You’ve forgotten your own worth.
Suppressing your needs for another,
She calls and you answer.
At the beck and calling
Was all you remembered doing.
The beauty of love,
Is that it is mutual.
I’d show you,
If you’d love anew.
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he’s just a freaking prick?
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he makes you so damn sick?
Is it greater pain,
To have found true love and lost
Or to never have found before?
Face,
I wouldn’t forget
Tenderness,
I’ll give to beget.
–
Battle of the wits,
We’re two wholly misfits
Others could jeer,
But I’ll stay with you here.
He s
hould’ve known better.That hunger
Was not an unsatisfied desire;
But rather
A temptation of an emotional encounter.
200g of comfort;
3 tablespoons of coincidences;
500ml of laughter;
Whisk until smooth.
–
Line union tray with empathy,
Pour in happiness mixture.
Pre-heat oven with self awareness,
Bake at 190 degrees celcius.
–
Observe when sincerity rises,
And romance turns golden brown,
Remove with understanding mittens.
Leave to cool with personal space.
–
Add a dash of luck
And sprinkles of shimmery joy.
Slice for 2,
Serve warm.
Love at first sight
Resist, I might.
Heart’s taking flight
Fear, I must fight.
Them pearly whites got him smitten,
And his lonely chapter got rewritten.