Sometimes a person can force you to write

coutchboycoutchboy Posts: 15
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
!My Tortured Love!

The Physical Realm...
She’s the girl with dark hair and stormy eyes
I can’t resist.

She’s the girl with revealing cleavage and sexy thighs
The attraction persists.

Dark and Stormy
Lickher
Hair and Eyes
Decadent Surprise
Revealing and Sexy
She will tell you what’s on her mind
Cleavage and Thighs
This girl’s complex

The Emotional Component...
I’m the boy in the ocean
Navigating her weather
One minute she’s bright as the sun,
the next, rough and dark as her hair.
I lose my breath in her wind,
then upon her moods change—I’m not there.
How can I reach my tortured love?

When I sail alone with her in my mind,
my soul is on fire but alone.
She can make any sailors life worth living,
She’s slick
Her passion fuels my journey
But then she’s hurt
She becomes sick
Can I reach my tortured love?
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Comments

  • ..............
    You ask me to enter
    But then You make me crawl
    And I can't be holding on
    To what You got
    When all You've got is hurt
    ----
    Underneath this smile lies everything
    All my hopes and anger, pride and shame
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