| Untitled 2 Why can't I bring myself to tell you how mystikal you are? How sweet and pursuing you can be. I want this bad. I want you but my shyness pulls me away. Once I was very open and free, now I'm childlike. Your wish is present before me but my ankles are chained to the cement. to tear apart from the walls that bind me here would be insane. Your heart is my sanctuary. My blood is your blood. forgive me for my silence. Not even love can bring me to you. I just watch from my window of pain and look through the anguish I'm placing upon your shoulders. Take me into your arms. Until night I want to lie there. Then go freely to my shadowered corner. |
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