Get creative spark and I'll be up awake for hours,
Kinda like how we were after I would get you flowers,
I love your long brown hair and curvy perfect hips,
I think of you at night and end up biting on my fist,
Girl you need to know you're the top of my list,
Alone awake at night think of chances that we missed,
Only want to show you what it's like to be kissed,
By someone, never shared how much he truly cared,
By someone who is out there; dreaming of your eyes,
A minor surprise, wished you could be my bride,
Don't need to swallow pride to hide we both denied,
And even though we lied at least our love fought 'til it died,
So come and take a walk... down memory lane,
Across a minefield... scattered with pain,
I do the same at night... again and again,
Forget all the times... we'd both be ashamed,
And we could try again but the wounds will never heal,
So it's only ever sex and so it never seems real,
Both try to hide the secret ways that we both feel,
Both try to barter, find a bargain, try to make a deal,
Insomniacs fantasy, I wish you'd come back to me,
Make my dreams reality, when I can't sleep happily.
Daydreams at night time and number two,
It's weird how I'm here writing this for you,
In my head filled with lust; loving you is a must,
Forced out the memories; of hate and distrust,
The first was the worst mistake on this earth,
Not only did I lie, but I killed your self worth,
But you're not perfect too, we're both to blame,
So I wash away my thoughts - pretend it's the same,
How many more times will we lose at this game?
Could be a hat-trick if you remembered my name,
And I know that you do because I feel your eyes,
A thousand miles away but we still pulling ties,
So it's not completely lost if our love is still alive,
But if I make a move I know my dreams will all be lies,
At least my nights forgot the awful sound when she cries,
Cos my mind is full of thoughts from before our demise,
Daydreams at night time and number two,
It's weird how I'm here writing this for you.
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Naughty Whispers: Volume 1. Fantasy...
PoetryA collection of five poems based on sex and love that all share the common theme of fantasy elements and things which do not exist. Feel free to listen to the music that I wrote these to as you read. Contains mature content and language.
