I've never wanted you to kiss me while pinning me to a wall.
I've always wanted to be kissed in a field of wheat, opened to the vast sky with empty hands.
I would have wished for you to push the wall for me,
for you to let the air play through my hair and to caress the back of my neck..
Even if that wall was backing us up, then I want for it to disappear and for my head to fall backward, even if it means colliding with the ground.
And if that ground refuses to hold me, then I will fall into the unknown forever.
If this love doesn't feed me freedom, it will choke me for sure.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
