Showing posts with label Secret. Show all posts
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| she's a poetess who masks fantasies beneath her alluring eyes, convulsing in soul so she may empty her persuasion while dwindling hours feel for their pulse the secrets in her laden heart, calm and pretty by the trickling of her pouring tears, often escape to the canvas' face (because she's more of an artist than anything) and sacrifice their purity for her audience's circulating delight she's a poetess-- one who has seldom known the truth of love nor has ever felt the breath of a lover against her silken flesh (and who has only thought to draw out her deepest yearnings) but oh, at intervals like honey i sense i can honestly say, for her seducing gift alone, that i love her... this desirable poetess. |
I capture moments before dawnIn hours I can't help but to wonder
Of things I want so much to believe
Whenever I trust in another
Perhaps it's that I long for empathy
But I still can't understand myself
Don't know if I'm really worthy
Considering all the pain I've felt
It's hard to be optimistic sometimes
Which is why I push people away
'Cause when they get too close I'm vulnerable
To every little thing they have to say
I know it's crazy how I get suspicious
Of what they want and if they'll use me
But it's 'cause I keep analyzing their speech
That I find it all a bit too amusing
I test them to see if they really deserve
A chance to peer inside my soul
And there's reason I'm cautious no one's discovered
I sense my life was bought, used, and sold
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Of things I want so much to believe
Whenever I trust in another
Perhaps it's that I long for empathy
But I still can't understand myself
Don't know if I'm really worthy
Considering all the pain I've felt
It's hard to be optimistic sometimes
Which is why I push people away
'Cause when they get too close I'm vulnerable
To every little thing they have to say
I know it's crazy how I get suspicious
Of what they want and if they'll use me
But it's 'cause I keep analyzing their speech
That I find it all a bit too amusing
I test them to see if they really deserve
A chance to peer inside my soul
And there's reason I'm cautious no one's discovered
I sense my life was bought, used, and sold
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My view remains from where my soul embraces evermoreI realized when first my spouse kept secretly in store
The things that I was blind to see, she acted as a whore
How could this be? I pondered deep, the thoughts that I'd explore
Restrained my heart from turning back though once I swam to shore
Her tears called out to me, her words crawled deep into my core
I yearn the life she gave me through love's ebb and flow before
When all our pain had passed away, a liveliness did bore
Such beauty, yes the beauty of the one whom I adore
And so it was she circled back to end my cryptic war
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