here's to my dearest dread.
the one that always
hovers above my head.
my lost boys presence
drives me insane.
when i am with him
I'm not the same.
my body aches
for his unknowing touch.
connection so strong you can feel it,
inseparable is a destination
we desire to obtain.
body's like opposite magnets,
longing to cling together,
at last; finally to be.
yet the hands of another
perhaps his "lover",
is what holds us apart.
longing to love,
waiting for our electric to start,
will these hands ever part?
-k.a
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love lies
Poetry"what would you do if she said you couldn't see me anymore?" the lonely girl asked the lost boy. "i'd be more secretive." his lips never lied to the girl he loved, yet his heart lied all the time, to the girl he calls "mine." / / / / heres to my sec...
