Spiralling into unselfish passion
Lovers embrace eternal deisres
Enslaved by her every word
Haunted nightly by the ghost of this love.
A crack in the sky reveals stars at night
Curls of smoke rise to a high ceiling
The light illuminates a passage of flesh
I welcome wakeful nights
Fighting fits of possessiveness.
Caught in a web of memory
Replaying scenes of blissful moments
Wishing for resolution of a torn mind
Placing hope in the hands of ancient texts
Passing time in the habit of a drunkard.
I fall through dreams of white skin
Wrapped around me like a soft mist
Falling into waiting lips
And waking with an emptyness
Thinking that she won't be back.
Obsessed with reproductive flesh
The preoccupation of the ages captures us
Innocence is a veil for unmade love
We join with the intention of conversation
And leave with unknown pleasures.
Evening light blinds me by the hour
Songs blend in musical memory
Words reflect a thousand feelings
Instruct me along a thousand lines
And ignite hope in a desperate mind.
Flaming hearts beating loud
I take her hand in madness
Kiss her red stained lips
With a love that will not die.
Lovers embrace eternal deisres
Enslaved by her every word
Haunted nightly by the ghost of this love.
A crack in the sky reveals stars at night
Curls of smoke rise to a high ceiling
The light illuminates a passage of flesh
I welcome wakeful nights
Fighting fits of possessiveness.
Caught in a web of memory
Replaying scenes of blissful moments
Wishing for resolution of a torn mind
Placing hope in the hands of ancient texts
Passing time in the habit of a drunkard.
I fall through dreams of white skin
Wrapped around me like a soft mist
Falling into waiting lips
And waking with an emptyness
Thinking that she won't be back.
Obsessed with reproductive flesh
The preoccupation of the ages captures us
Innocence is a veil for unmade love
We join with the intention of conversation
And leave with unknown pleasures.
Evening light blinds me by the hour
Songs blend in musical memory
Words reflect a thousand feelings
Instruct me along a thousand lines
And ignite hope in a desperate mind.
Flaming hearts beating loud
I take her hand in madness
Kiss her red stained lips
With a love that will not die.
"Caught in a web of memory
Replaying scenes of blissful moments
Wishing for resolution of a torn mind
Placing hope in the hands of ancient texts
Passing time in the habit of a drunkard."
Experienced this soooo many times in my last relationship; it was long distance, so the memories became so poignant.
What is that they say "Art uses lies to tell the truth"...sometimes it can use the truth to tell the truth too...