When the heavy burden of sins begins to hurt your shoulders, just know that in my love you became a sinner. Forgot God, you forgot religion, but memorized me. Tired and hurt of this love, lust and desire.
My blood boils, but only with the heat of joy. My eyes blind, but my sight sharp with your presence. I will make my shade of love talk, by cutting into my heart and let it all fall out. And "drip" says the blood when it falls. It taught itself the word, and when my body gets empty from it, it will have learned the language.
That is the language of admiration. My voice an echo, my blood my words. And when you have witnessed me getting empty, then if you still don't believe; take out the root of it all. And walk with it until you are satisfied with its lifelessness.
Perhaps then you will understand, that even the silence of my heart has given you your answers, and it has no more words to say.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
