Losing myself in your beauty
wasnt meant to be taken literally
lurking for that one person
that felt in touch
with my own reason
who knew what she desired
I no longer remember
having my own voice
being free from restraint
pursuing danger
as if it were the linage to my core
the drive that made me
me
you have told me to better myself
and I have
what is better, to you
being stable
no longer crazy
quiet and reserved
I have gone missing
lost
to be compatible with you
I was determined to catch you
to sink you in my poison
to make you fall in love
and I have succeeded
catching my own venom
the tides have turned
what really happened
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My lust for you still grows by PsychoticGenesis, literature
Literature
My lust for you still grows
There, in the quiet of my room
I lay, without you
A diluted mess
drunken in physical fatigue
dissecting scenarios
of our past
the lack of sleep
Due to the impending imbalance
I felt between one another
The enlightenment of those first few days
Seemed like a long lost memory
I clutched my Bible to my heart
For it stung without your easiness
Missing the sound of your breath
Whisking through the electric current
Our heartbeats in tune with one another
connected, yet so far
I hated this ominous guilt
Pressing into my lungs
What was the cause
of this silence we were digesting
did I trip over my beam? (oh how you made me shine)
The light I w
Losing myself in your beauty
wasnt meant to be taken literally
lurking for that one person
that felt in touch
with my own reason
who knew what she desired
I no longer remember
having my own voice
being free from restraint
pursuing danger
as if it were the linage to my core
the drive that made me
me
you have told me to better myself
and I have
what is better, to you
being stable
no longer crazy
quiet and reserved
I have gone missing
lost
to be compatible with you
I was determined to catch you
to sink you in my poison
to make you fall in love
and I have succeeded
catching my own venom
the tides have turned
what really happened
wa
My lust for you still grows by PsychoticGenesis, literature
Literature
My lust for you still grows
There, in the quiet of my room
I lay, without you
A diluted mess
drunken in physical fatigue
dissecting scenarios
of our past
the lack of sleep
Due to the impending imbalance
I felt between one another
The enlightenment of those first few days
Seemed like a long lost memory
I clutched my Bible to my heart
For it stung without your easiness
Missing the sound of your breath
Whisking through the electric current
Our heartbeats in tune with one another
connected, yet so far
I hated this ominous guilt
Pressing into my lungs
What was the cause
of this silence we were digesting
did I trip over my beam? (oh how you made me shine)
The light I w