lostpoet

4 Alaynah

soft eyes
which to gaze upon beauty
ive have sinned
at it is this
my touch, my passion
all the desires
are not real
for I dream of you
but they are only dreams
of dreams
and I am but awake
for the painful truth
we shall only ever meet
in rooms that are not real
but lust and desires
fuel the need to be seen
in such places
where our voice will be
heard.