I only know her face
And it’s already enough…
For me to love all that she is
I can only imagine her kiss…
But it’s already too much
For me to resist
I can but stand outside…
I only know her face
And it’s already enough…
For me to love all that she is
I can only imagine her kiss…
But it’s already too much
For me to resist
I can but stand outside…
A thought triggers the spark
You are the heat that ignites my passion
I could be broken down
at the side of the road
in the cold of December
But visions of you
feed a flame in my heart
I can hear that song again
It's chords are vibrating through my mind again
That familiar old tune
Filling up my soul again
As the tempo picks up
The rhythm pounds at my heart again
A solo trip away makes a woman understand her boyfriend.
As soon as you leave
I'm remembering the time that we just spent together
Missing is alive, it breathes in me
Girl sitting so close,
Do you feel it too?
There's something going on,
Between me and you.
A catch of the eye,
A slip of the tongue,
A playful smile,
Hints of whats to come.
Poem that was inspired by a song, but I took my own spin on it. It's not perfect but this is what I've came up with so far. :) hope you like!
This impending
gloomndoom
fed by reading
a perfect novel
about the truths of marriage
and a Cerulean bird
bred by a love of you
that´s killed at birth
harvested soon
beyond regret
some guys is a fool, the poem
After we got back from the crime scene, I sat at my desk and put my head in my hands. There were some days, like today, were I just couldn’t take my job.
The headache started before I even walked into the building. Maybe it was because I walked three blocks without any food, the sun blazed down on my back, or that it was the middle of July.
Trusting a person is difficult - but trusting the wrong one can be deadly.
You should know that this is not a love story. It's a death story.
There are monsters all around us.
A poem for Mara, whom I met under strange circumstances yesterday.
A fairy tale about different kinds of love, runes and evil spirits.
You never looked, though I begged you
With eyes encrusted in old tears
My words hung sundered in my mouth
Rolling like stones round my teeth
My heart would have caved in