onsdag den 23. januar 2013

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Some things
Aren't described
Very easily.
They are
Too delicate
Too beautiful
Fleeting moments of purity, innocence

There are things that can't
Be described anyway simple.
Things that are
Too abstract
Too hard to believe
Disappearing before you fully understand
The massive consequences
It had on your life
Your mind, your body, your soul
Your Being
Your heart.

One of these things
Are the touch
Of your hand
On my quivering skin.
Your kiss is like the softest velvet lingering against my naked skin,
just like your touch is the addicting part, and withdrawal is the hardest thing.
You're beautiful, boy, beautiful like a mothers voice
singing lullabies for her kids at night
you're sexy, boy, sexy like little Lolita's in their short skirts and bare feet;
Fucking forbidden, but oh so tempting.

mandag den 14. januar 2013

I've got songs stuck in my head
songs
singing
voices
humming

I've got thoughts stuck in my head
thoughts
thinking
voices
mumbling

I've got OCD in my blood
blood
flowing
OCD
winning

I've got urges, needs and greed
horrible
person
bad
demanding

I've got no clue where I'm going
with this
or that
my life
or yours

I'm just greedy
an egoist
self-centered
selfish
and not deserving

Of you
and all of your healing love.

onsdag den 9. januar 2013

How do you find the balance, between needing and wanting to say something so badly, but you can't, 'cause asking for it would ruin it all....