When I look into your eyes I see the sky melted Into tiny pools Of a river deep enough to drown in And it’s hard enough to catch my breath On regular days But you capture me in waves And ripple effects Caused by dimples summoning whirlpools To drag me deeper
Hot fiery flame That attracts Moth To your light; That blinds
funny enough i don’t like repeating myself but i like saying i love you.
and he said: i had his heart, but that he didn’t deserve me, that he wasn’t worthy of the honour of my hand. and because he claims honesty, and i honour truth, i had no choice but to believe him. (c) 2010 L. Ashwood
Blush, A rush Of blood to the face Like that winning smile The one that summons The crush That holds the secret button The lust that triggers It figures that red would be the color Like passion Like pain Like everything escaping your brain Because you can’t think past Trying to shorten the length it […]
Shower me with your kisses Soft like Soft lips I’ll be gentle in return. Bury my face, Take refuge In the crook of your arm. Giggle. “I am listening!” How soon is the soon you’ll let me sleep? If that really is your intention. You’ve tricked me here. I don’t mind. You rain down gently […]
Pyromania, an obsessive desire to set fire to things I wish this match was not so perfect I wish I could extinguish the flames I wish that the heat didn’t draw me in That the flicker would not entice me I would that I could stop I would that I could quit But I’m nowhere […]