We had a fight in our home and I wrote this at that time.
Her words slither into me like swords
My life oozes out in every pore
I stand there numb with blood and gore
Snaking into my nerves is a pain
Reaching the instinctive depths of my brain
My animal self takes over
Logic and Love goes under cover
Word for a Word and Shout for a Shout
Time keeps slipping in the emotional bout
Trying to wound her in her core
I pour my energies; mind becomes sore
Bloody wounds all over the mind
Gnarling and Panting, like dogs we find
No solution in sight, fore or hind
Why do I need to go through this grind..?
*******
Air becomes still; Noise recedes around
Murmurs go off; Silence surrounds
Receivers turned off or tuned out of band
Glass walls rise making us islands
There, as we cross each other's fences
Aroma of hers strike my senses
My mind switches context to a different day
I cannot keep myself at bay
I touch her shoulders, full of emotion
Touch is her trigger for tele-portation
We get beamed up from our wars
Glass wall shatters; We count the Stars!
-TBT
Poetry by TheBigThinkg
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Written on 2007-09-19 at 07:19
Tags Fight  Aroma  Couple 
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Aroma Therapy..
Raining on me like cats and dogsHer words slither into me like swords
My life oozes out in every pore
I stand there numb with blood and gore
Snaking into my nerves is a pain
Reaching the instinctive depths of my brain
My animal self takes over
Logic and Love goes under cover
Word for a Word and Shout for a Shout
Time keeps slipping in the emotional bout
Trying to wound her in her core
I pour my energies; mind becomes sore
Bloody wounds all over the mind
Gnarling and Panting, like dogs we find
No solution in sight, fore or hind
Why do I need to go through this grind..?
*******
Air becomes still; Noise recedes around
Murmurs go off; Silence surrounds
Receivers turned off or tuned out of band
Glass walls rise making us islands
There, as we cross each other's fences
Aroma of hers strike my senses
My mind switches context to a different day
I cannot keep myself at bay
I touch her shoulders, full of emotion
Touch is her trigger for tele-portation
We get beamed up from our wars
Glass wall shatters; We count the Stars!
-TBT
Poetry by TheBigThinkg
Read 521 times
Written on 2007-09-19 at 07:19
Tags Fight  Aroma  Couple 
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