Modern Poetry

Desire

I remember what you said,

the first time that we met.

That life is not a game,

but if not playing it gets lame.

You saw in me a toy,

I saw in you fun.

We - together can a life destroy,

just like a real gun.

My heart is so cliché,

a heartless boy got me touché.

I had to learn to play,

as to make you stay.

One day my life changed,

and my dreams felt staged.

I felt the urge for something new,

which for so long was out of view.

his touch electrifying,

down my spine sparks flying.

Eyes magnifying,

my desire untying.

I found reason,

while staying away.

One kiss, a true treason,

sent reason away.

I heard a whisper,

somewhere very deep.

It cried "I'll suffer"

but you put it to sleep.