PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Even though my body is an emporium of my future self

my mind still chimes the bright set, cast aside by the wreck

and desiree, do we dare intend invoke wretched conspire

as the liar passes his light on..

We have long lost steps...

the theft of my heart was obvious 

she had me trapped in a lost obilvion

I feel deprieved Im sleepy...my lung feel like they lack the capacity 

I can almost feel you here still...

your pressence lingers and you hold my finger

and I sit an watch your eyes..they are gorgeous more so than...

the open ocean, with the sun set.. you are the best in the way you undress

Im so impressed and we press futher...im your only lover...

or so I though.