12-22-2012, 04:14 PM
Okay I don't write poetry a lot so just prepare yourself it's pretty rough. I know the words and flow won't be right, I just hope to convey the overall vibe of this human's condition.
I could love you, I don't but I could
and not "Oh, that top looks lovely on you" love.
But, love.
Deep, unending, burning, love that hurts when we're not together, love that burns, burns with ecstasy when my legs are wrapped around your naked waist, the hard puff of your breath against my neck, your kisses hot against my flaming skin, hot-hot-hot pulsing, throbbing, burning, twisting, changing love
Love that burns with lust, like gasoline added to a fire, even when we're old and wrinkly and no one wants to see that shit, love and lust.
Lust, lust, and laughing because I think you're brilliant and I'm unlike any girl you've met. I'm silly and dark and deep and mysterious and loud. Loud when we fight, and loud when we make up...
Do you see it? I can see me walking around our flat, swaddled in a sheet, hobbled, each step a little painful from too much sex.
A little painful step each time I have to walk away from you and this could be love.
Hurt, hurt, hurt the kind of hurt from someone too good for you passing by, not noticing you.
Hurt that doesn't stab or throb, dull aching, burning hurt.
Hurt that aches in your bones and throbs in your heart and maybe a little somewhere else secret and unspoken.
I could love you, I don't but I could. I could hold you and never wish for anything more. I could hold you.
I could sing you love songs, I do. You don't know and that sounds creepy. It's innocent.
I wishful makeup hoping that you'll see me. Not notice me, but see me, see my love, my burning love, you could burn with me, burn with me.
Burn with me for just a little while. You'll be hooked. I'll be your drug, your drug of life and music. Let me be your muse.
You could love me, you don't but you could. Burning love, deep, unending, aching
Ache, ache, can you feel my ache? My longing?
I could love you, I don't but I could and oh, wouldn't just I be worth it?
I could love you, I don't but I could
and not "Oh, that top looks lovely on you" love.
But, love.
Deep, unending, burning, love that hurts when we're not together, love that burns, burns with ecstasy when my legs are wrapped around your naked waist, the hard puff of your breath against my neck, your kisses hot against my flaming skin, hot-hot-hot pulsing, throbbing, burning, twisting, changing love
Love that burns with lust, like gasoline added to a fire, even when we're old and wrinkly and no one wants to see that shit, love and lust.
Lust, lust, and laughing because I think you're brilliant and I'm unlike any girl you've met. I'm silly and dark and deep and mysterious and loud. Loud when we fight, and loud when we make up...
Do you see it? I can see me walking around our flat, swaddled in a sheet, hobbled, each step a little painful from too much sex.
A little painful step each time I have to walk away from you and this could be love.
Hurt, hurt, hurt the kind of hurt from someone too good for you passing by, not noticing you.
Hurt that doesn't stab or throb, dull aching, burning hurt.
Hurt that aches in your bones and throbs in your heart and maybe a little somewhere else secret and unspoken.
I could love you, I don't but I could. I could hold you and never wish for anything more. I could hold you.
I could sing you love songs, I do. You don't know and that sounds creepy. It's innocent.
I wishful makeup hoping that you'll see me. Not notice me, but see me, see my love, my burning love, you could burn with me, burn with me.
Burn with me for just a little while. You'll be hooked. I'll be your drug, your drug of life and music. Let me be your muse.
You could love me, you don't but you could. Burning love, deep, unending, aching
Ache, ache, can you feel my ache? My longing?
I could love you, I don't but I could and oh, wouldn't just I be worth it?