Post by Silva on May 21, 2010 0:38:23 GMT -5
I wish I never met her, I wish she never crossed my path
And branded her persona onto my life, leaving marks that I will never brush away.
Not because I hate her, in fact, I love everything about her.
Not because she hurt me, in fact, she can give me the greatest pleasure of my life.
But she won’t, that’s why, she’ll never love me, and so her very presence is a tease
Torturing me with what I shouldn’t have, which is what I want the most.
I want to gaze upon what I’m not aloud to see, and kiss what I’m not aloud to touch,
I want love unrequited, and that grinds my bones until the dust is brushed off her shoulder.
I wish she never appeared to attack me with what could be, her smile slicing my joy to ribbons
That flutter around her like dancing to the tune of desire untold, I wished I never wanted her,
And I certainly wish I never friended her on facebook, because after an hour of staring into jpeg artifact eyes that look more like crystals reflecting her pure, glorious soul, I have to close the browser because I’m just e-stalking again.
I should have never known her name, though amber is such a natural, yet exotic color,
It matches her, her aura, and her easygoing personality… oh no… I already said her name!
I wish I never did that, Amber, I am so sorry to drag you into the uncharted territory that is my deepest, most intimate fantasies, because by now I have opened up your Schrodinger’s box,
Only to see your love was dead the whole time.
If you want it, just take it, they say. Well I am not a thief -- not a rapist either – so if possible
I will un-want… oh no… it’s impossible! My love has always been a brutal spirit that haunts me by stripping the layers of my heart one by one for every girl who summons it, and now I find my pieces on the floor, I scraped them up, put them on a piece of paper, and they took the form of a poem, just to illustrate with a soft voice how much I suffer when I am in love. I wish I never was.
And branded her persona onto my life, leaving marks that I will never brush away.
Not because I hate her, in fact, I love everything about her.
Not because she hurt me, in fact, she can give me the greatest pleasure of my life.
But she won’t, that’s why, she’ll never love me, and so her very presence is a tease
Torturing me with what I shouldn’t have, which is what I want the most.
I want to gaze upon what I’m not aloud to see, and kiss what I’m not aloud to touch,
I want love unrequited, and that grinds my bones until the dust is brushed off her shoulder.
I wish she never appeared to attack me with what could be, her smile slicing my joy to ribbons
That flutter around her like dancing to the tune of desire untold, I wished I never wanted her,
And I certainly wish I never friended her on facebook, because after an hour of staring into jpeg artifact eyes that look more like crystals reflecting her pure, glorious soul, I have to close the browser because I’m just e-stalking again.
I should have never known her name, though amber is such a natural, yet exotic color,
It matches her, her aura, and her easygoing personality… oh no… I already said her name!
I wish I never did that, Amber, I am so sorry to drag you into the uncharted territory that is my deepest, most intimate fantasies, because by now I have opened up your Schrodinger’s box,
Only to see your love was dead the whole time.
If you want it, just take it, they say. Well I am not a thief -- not a rapist either – so if possible
I will un-want… oh no… it’s impossible! My love has always been a brutal spirit that haunts me by stripping the layers of my heart one by one for every girl who summons it, and now I find my pieces on the floor, I scraped them up, put them on a piece of paper, and they took the form of a poem, just to illustrate with a soft voice how much I suffer when I am in love. I wish I never was.
And also with whatever other forums you've posted this on probably.