If I... /Lovesick...

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If I kiss your soft lips...
Will you be mine for keeps
Seek me out from loveless dungeons
Where I have been camping for eons
Broken. Forsaken.

If I were to let you in...
Would you heal my wounded within
Let your shine light up my caves
Conquer these moody waves.
Unseen. Hidden.

If I allow myself to fall...
Will you give in to the gravity's call
Follow my blind heart to oblivion
A paradise better than the Carribean.
Wild. Untamed.

Poetry is the only universal language my soul can speak. It's how I heal myself of a painful past and recurring wounds. To me, having poetry is having a way out of this cryptic maze we call life.

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Lovesick...

My body refused me
At midnight it crucified me
Demanding that I listen to it
Attend to what the cupid hit.

I sat on my warm bed
Just like I could on a river bend
Watched your memories charge
Towards my consuming urge.

I fought off the need
To wake you and plead
Beg your soul to love mine
Like my heart has no spine.

Thank you for coming.

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