Clueless to the clues under neath tones of condoning the unacceptable...
Computing our Almost... we started the unfinished>> a project made for the elite of constructors
Envelope licked dry throats... my diaphragm unable to amplify my unsaid thoughts
Whispers. Gentle soft toilet paper up close whispers.
Soft of an approach
Angel soft wings
Wrapped in explosive eye contact... Focused on the solidity I could see in the future
Ms Cleo could focus for years and never would she have foreseen our meet
Attractions reacted down to hair bristles ... Aroused
The disaster of infinite completion
Together...completed... Each complementary and supplementary
Forbidden lusts for the potential of love
Playing in a mine field ... Tip toe behaviors and hiding for cover.
There is no peace
Peace my love...
Soft whispers ... Angel soft wings
Destinations separate back to the connected & broken
Holding hands behind our lovers back
The rudest adultery
Thee most painful yearned affection
To forever be affected by your smile
Lingering scent on every mile taken
Flashbacks de ja vu'ing their way into my storm cloud thoughts
No substance... Vacancy signs placed in window panes of the heart
Singly handled
1 + 1 now equals a torn 0
No comments:
Post a Comment