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Must breathe
His eyes pierce me
They see into my soul
I can barely think at all now
He sees
His eyes
Bore into me
They draw me in deeper
As I long to be part of him
Trusting
His lips
I crave their taste
Their soft sweet touch
Wishing for lingering kisses
So soft
Breathing
A soft whisper
Into my very soul
His touches elicit loves hope
I dream
His voice
A deep timbre
Calling me to his side
Whispering wanton desires
I crave
His eyes pierce me
They see into my soul
I can barely think at all now
He sees
His eyes
Bore into me
They draw me in deeper
As I long to be part of him
Trusting
His lips
I crave their taste
Their soft sweet touch
Wishing for lingering kisses
So soft
Breathing
A soft whisper
Into my very soul
His touches elicit loves hope
I dream
His voice
A deep timbre
Calling me to his side
Whispering wanton desires
I crave
Literature
To Wallow..
I have given up.
Then why am I still breathing?
It is so unfair to think that I have had enough,
then why can't I just cease to exist?
Time can be a saviour and also an enemy.
Flashbacks of moments spent in happiness, clouded
by loneliness and shadows of discontentment.
Why do we always want more than we have?
Can we not learn to be content with the given moment?
Our greed for emotional fulfillment is a blight on our existence.
We find it, we lose it, we yearn it, we shun it.
Are we so confused with what we need that we turn away
every morsel that can be our sanity and salvation?
My tears have gone dry.
My thoughts are of yester
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Let Me Dream
Let me dream in a fantasy,
Let my heart write out its sorrows.
Don't break my chain of thoughts,
Let me sing my heart out.
I'm the poet of my own downfalls,
The creator of another world.
I'm the designer of my interior walls,
The keeper of hidden horrors.
Deep down my heart is covered in black,
Disillusioned by your words…
But even so it still loves you,
It still craves on its own.
A mistake would be fatal,
A wrong thought would devour me.
Our hope was the shine my eyes,
But now… there's nothing to save me.
So let me dream in a fantasy,
Let my heart write out its sorrows.
Don't break my chain of thoughts,
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To Feel.........
I want to scream.
I am screaming but no-one can hear me.
People shuffle past me in a hurry to get to where-ever they need to be.
Clicking on their mobile phones, speaking to nameless faces on the other end. Can't they hear my screams?
I can feel my throat contract as I try to get their attention.
Still pushing past me, jostling me from one side to the next like I wasn't even there. No smiles on their faces, just determination and angst. I must be dreaming or they would help me, surely they can see me even if the sounds from
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