No room to breathe-
All our times been wasted,
Two love feens.
No escaping thee-
Fetal position,
And my mind-
Casting shadows of envy.
But eating me-
Thoughts grow like vines,
Impossible to scream.
You're regretting me-
So hard,
I can taste it.
And it haunts me.
Why can't I sleep?
When I have these dreams-
They turn to nightmares.
You're leaving me,
All of my hidden schemes-
Burst into gold flares.
All of the lights.
Soon you'll see why-
I put up a fight.
Your love never lied-
With it,
My eyes swell up with pride.
I sit and plead-
My heart would sing.
Oh,
Dulling this agleam.
Love Fiends
Aglow with love once
now reduced to waiting
trying is almost loving
touching, feeling
the gleam eye to eye
up and down
are great directions.
.
~allets~
12-22-13
2:51p
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;)
;)