Thursday, February 3, 2011

Lover Bemused

Scornful dreams
Tempting screams
Wiping tears away
Denial is thick
My bitter drug
Charmed intensity
To fight
To breathe
Hold tight
I’ll navigate
Delusions anew
Cloaked gestures
Birthed by identity
My enemy
Risks sanity
My soul bleeds true
Lover bemused
I’m yours

1 comment:

  1. "My soul bleeds, true Lover bemused, I’m yours" As much as you try to fight it...the addiction of something that feel so right but is so wrong for you.. wins out. I know the feeling all too well...