It is heartbreaking how solely glancing into your soul makes me desire according all of my being to you.
How efficacious the way you permit your wounds to bleed out is to me.
How they witness the potent demise of your very being when all I embrace is your soul's beauty finally fighting for recognition.
My soul aches each time I hear you call my name and I know it isn't because you desire adorning me.
It only ever tears me apart when I feel my significant puzzle piece complete and satisfy the void within and my reverie seizes existence.
Despair reigns when you express the purity of your love to the truth amidst my lips only for me to arise to the harsh, cold winter night.
I know that minds are only shattered because we fail to annihilate memories that utterly hold us back, but I do not long to be healed by the medicine of time for my life without you; my condition isn't worthwhile.
It may seem all that our love was to me is a fire that burnt out before it merely attempted emerging, but the masks I wear aren't always the ones I own.
My body yearns for the pressure I helplessly experienced when you gently breezed through my skin and I had to hold myself back.
I desire acquiring all that is you once more, and as I immortalise my love for you, I wonder if I'll ever be the words in your poem again.
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Soulful Noises
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