Oh Desire, why must you be so desirous.
I am delirious by your powers.
My mind is useless under your control.
You are just the felling that I do not need.
Desiring your flesh does not fulfill me.
And you descended slowly from desires art.
A dark art that is what I shall call you.
You are waiting for me to give you a signal of my desire.
I do not wish to be a part in your game,
And yet desire has rendered my senses useless.
I am not the bad girl in all reality,
But my mind is darkened by my dark thoughts.
Are you surprised?
I know that you're not.
You want me to be the one to initiate another one of your games.
You don't realize how bad I can break you.
I can crush you worse than you did to me.
YOU ARE READING
Threads of Words
PoésieThese poems are simply my emotions. Most of these poems are fictionalized while some are loosely based upon my own experiences. I never thought that I would express my feelings and aspirations with anyone but myself. I surprised myself when I starte...
