marți, 29 iunie 2010

Killer on the road

You're my little bottle of blue poison
that I then and now recover
from the shallow
of my ivory ribs
and push into my lips
with lust and
vengeful desire:
why don't I get tired of
playing with fire?

Guess I'm just a sucker for
that pain that lingers even after
your image has long faded
from the window,
but I'm stronger now:
today I can honestly say
you're not anymore a reason
to pray,
to mourn,to want to get away
from it all...

I understood you were ment to
be 'something'-
not 'someone'-
like a gentle rain that morphs into
a devastating hurricane
right through my brain!
The damage was severe,
I had to hold on tight to
bleeding fears,
yet I somehow managed
to kiss
another day...

Lost neighbour in the wind,
thank you for your presence,
time and mischief!
Muse of faith,
blinded me straight,
see you again
on another stage!
Thank you,again...

4 comentarii:

Ada spunea...

e superba:)

Adriana spunea...


Iulia I. spunea...

Ioi :|
"and push into my lips
with lust and
vengeful desire:" - partea asta mi se pare atat de faina; imaginea e atat de bine definita incat, chiar imi da impresia ca privesc un tablou <33

Adriana spunea...

Ioi,mersi mult :)) >:D< :">