I follow your eyes as they trail their way up and down my body,
And I see you searching for words,
As if they are buried treasure.
Instead of continuing to look for them,
Your lips decide to rest upon mine.
It's slow and deliberate,
And it should feel like heaven,
But instead it feels like I'm in Hell,
Because I know the words you are trying to find are "goodbye",
And "I cannot do this anymore."
I understand why.
I've always been an endless volcano of emotion,
Burning down nearby cities because what is love if not fiery,
And intense?
You pull away,
And I cannot hold the lava in any longer,
And it presents itself as tears flowing down my face.
You brush them away and tell me I'll find someone else,
But who could love a burning fire forever?
Who could withstand the flames for a lifetime without getting burned?
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
