My burning eyes
My shaking hands
My feet slipping
In the giving sand
My walk slow
My thoughts slower
As I search
For my lost lover
No longer looking
For a mortal lust
But a real passion
A love I trust
Once finally satisfied
With my final letter
I'm soon lowered
By one much better
My hands groping
For a nearby pen
To satisfy my urge
To make my pain end
May it be a lyric
Or a work of art
Every word write
Is a part of my heart
YOU ARE READING
The Bleeding Pen
PoesíaThis is a book of my poetry. I plan on adding a lot to it. I may even add more poetry than stories even. I'm actually adding ALL of my poems to it, but I will post my poems individually at first for a couple of days before I add it to this story gro...
