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Poetry News Post #82

crush

Written by: Neophilus Baroness Morlana, Wielder of the Sacred Chao
Date: Wednesday, March 15th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone


I'm falling down a swirling black hole
the feelings I have can not be told.
I'm being pulled every which way
Love don't deny me or push me away.

I reach out to grab hold
Your brow raised as if to scold.

Engulfing darkness encompassess me
through my tears I can not see.

I wonder if You were to know
The Truth that is written across my heart.
Would You be so good as to know
How to stop the bleeding of my heart.

Or would You let this tear me asunder?
Die and lie dying at Your feet.
My pulse beating like thunder
Through my veins like Death - let me sleep.

What I would give to taste
the sweetness of Your lips
Strong, desirable and bold
I want to kiss.

If such was to be granted
A kiss of Death given unto me
For such a favour I'd have planted
A kiss of Death to set my soul free.

I'm falling down a spirling black mist
the feelings I have can not be dismissed.
I'm being pulled and stretched, confusion in my head
spun by a spider and beset by her tanbled web.

M.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Valnuary, in the year 243 AF.


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Poetry News Post #82

crush

Written by: Neophilus Baroness Morlana, Wielder of the Sacred Chao
Date: Wednesday, March 15th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone


I'm falling down a swirling black hole
the feelings I have can not be told.
I'm being pulled every which way
Love don't deny me or push me away.

I reach out to grab hold
Your brow raised as if to scold.

Engulfing darkness encompassess me
through my tears I can not see.

I wonder if You were to know
The Truth that is written across my heart.
Would You be so good as to know
How to stop the bleeding of my heart.

Or would You let this tear me asunder?
Die and lie dying at Your feet.
My pulse beating like thunder
Through my veins like Death - let me sleep.

What I would give to taste
the sweetness of Your lips
Strong, desirable and bold
I want to kiss.

If such was to be granted
A kiss of Death given unto me
For such a favour I'd have planted
A kiss of Death to set my soul free.

I'm falling down a spirling black mist
the feelings I have can not be dismissed.
I'm being pulled and stretched, confusion in my head
spun by a spider and beset by her tanbled web.

M.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Valnuary, in the year 243 AF.


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