Sadness is my lover,
She's beautiful,
With piercing blue eyes,
And long red hair,
The curve of her lips drive me over the edge,
Every time I look at her I lose myself,
I'm in deep,
The way her thighs feel when I touch her,
She feels like silk when i'm inside her,
I know i'm in deep,
But those eyes keep me coming back for more,
Sadness is my lover,
She'll always be my lover,
And I know i'll miss her when she's gone,
.... but.
Depression has my heart,
He's got these dimples,
And a smile that kills,
His touch alone is electrifying,
His eyes are a green/brown colour i can get lost in,
touching alone sends me to another planet,
His smile is made for vogue or even GQ,
I crave the feeling he leave behind when he touches me in the right spots,
But I know that i'll cheat again with sadness,
They're my weaknesses,
The things that brings me to my knees,
I'm in pain when they leave,
always wanting more,
Always waiting for them to come around,
To play there little games with me,
fucking with my emotions is there little game,
Their both in on it,
But there my drug of choice sadness and depression,
It's what keeps me going,
Sadness will forever be my lover,
And depression will always have my heart.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoesíaYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
