Written 13.08.2012 on a windy but sunny and warm day in Dublin
Music: Daughter - Candles
and the music beats in honest and dark tones
But the sun shines
beats down on my flesh
Right or wrong
good or bad - warm or cold
But all these concepts
- too many words
Deeds seem the only clarity
as my devil whispers at me
and I slip into her again
I miss my recoil
from all these numbing things
Your beautiful face so full of love of the true me
Your passionately perfect kiss and demanding body nearly a part of me
haunting me
But I don't know
do I?
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-08-15 at 22:22
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Music: Daughter - Candles
Storm
The wind ragesand the music beats in honest and dark tones
But the sun shines
beats down on my flesh
Right or wrong
good or bad - warm or cold
But all these concepts
- too many words
Deeds seem the only clarity
as my devil whispers at me
and I slip into her again
I miss my recoil
from all these numbing things
Your beautiful face so full of love of the true me
Your passionately perfect kiss and demanding body nearly a part of me
haunting me
But I don't know
do I?
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 553 times
Written on 2012-08-15 at 22:22
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