Saturday, February 21, 2009
Feelings must make you run away or is it the fear?
It's a naked prospect of yourself
A vulnerable fierce physical weakness
Torturous guilt and yet another comes along
Out of sight and unseen
It's pressure building up to the pulsing
Chaotic heart and moans
To long and desire for something that is unreal
Yet is realistic and no longer imaginary
See it for yourself
The scars on your body were meant
For only my eyes only
We are synonyms of the soul
Untouched and uncontrolled
We plan and act together secretly
Because we were meant to be by the sky
We suffer from lunacy (insanity)
By the intensity of the moon gradually changing
From a first quarter to a full moon
An uncompleted soul
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