-Powers
I want to forget.
I want to forget.
I lay alone, candles lit,
Replaying, over and over, our kiss.
It is dark again in my room.
In my room, again, it is dark.
There is rain drowning all my good.
It pours, as storms feel they should.
It is the strangest kind of love
When you long for the person you despise.
It is the strangest kind of lust
When you want the one unsettled in your mind.
How can I feel both at one time?
Both hate and love toward one.
It hurts so much, yet I want it, mine.
His lips so gentle as ours touch.
I lay alone, candles lit.
Candles lit, I lay alone.
Replaying, over and over, our kiss.
He's lost his chance, selfish lips of his.
This mess has passed, now I can breathe.
Now I can breathe, this mess has passed.
We were as strong as I believed.
Ending this wrong has made me free.
He did not know who I am.
--Not a bit, at all, who I am.
He wants any love, if that means anonymous.
I mark this moment as the end of my lust.
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