Darkness falls, loanlyness consumes me
My skin tenses, searching for your touch
Nothing, but my desire
I shake it off, dread hanging over me
I need you, my soul longs for you
Nothing, but my desire
Light dances on the walls
Your angelic light, silloueted in the doorway
Nothing, but my desire
My heart races, casting the dark away
You've returned to me, together again
Nothing, but my desire
Drawn to you, desperate for your warmth
I loose myself in you, compleatly
Nothing, but my desire
I feel your around me, expulsing my demons
Your spirit engulfs me, freeing my soul
Nothing, but my desire
Darkness again, wet with sweat
I feel you linger, the warmth remains
Nothing, but my desire
Everything an illusion, you were never here
The darkness returns, loanlyness engulfs me
Nothing, but my desire...















Comments
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Butter is just dead milk
I think it's more I'm lucky to have her
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Tragic artist?.... only thing tragic about me is my art
I'll hit ya up on that offer sometime, thanks.
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Tragic artist?.... only thing tragic about me is my art
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Butter is just dead milk
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Well.
I've never had a boyfriend so I wouldn't know the feeling, but I have a good imagination! O_O EH! See!! Get happy! Youse got a girl and I have nothing!!
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Fifteen years and not a single guy...
Oh, fu<k. I depressed now.
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How could such a cute and energetic girl like you not have caught the attentions of a few guys? I'm sure the guys in your area will catch in pretty soon.
Anyways the guy who said "it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all" needs to be kicked in the throat. Being away from someone you care about hurts even worse then it did when I had no-one special in my life. When your with them it's worth all the pain though.
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Tragic artist?.... only thing tragic about me is my art
It IS better to have loved at all, than to never have the courage to in the first place, whatever the cost. That is what being human is all about, and the pain lets us know we're alive.
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
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