Heat goes up, heat comes down.
Passions burn, passions die.
Mine burns but dies difficultly,
Your smile, your grace, your voice,
Continues to be my fuel.
My passion burns stronger each passing day and threatens to consume me,
I'm going mad, it's only a matter of time and I will explode.
The poems keep coming,
Cos you light my spark,
You have become my muse, my inspiration.
I wish I was here first,
I wish time was my power..
I would have brought our time streams together.
There is wisdom in the sayings of the foolish,
There us love in the words of a stupid boy.
Wish I placed the 'promise ring' first,
That would be a bonus in the battle for your love.
But these are just wishes,
You are my fairy, but can't grant them.
YOU ARE READING
Heartthrobs(Poems)
PoetryPoems written to show feelings, emotions, thoughts and the hidden desires. Stories told by the heart, but spoken by written words. P. S I had no idea what to write for the description but you can skip and just go for it. Won't disappoint ....Promi...
