You Make Me Forget Myself

You are a beautiful tragedy within

I find myself drawn to your every breath

As roses cry aloud

The wind is more silent than ever

This passion I feel

Is it safe to say it's real?

For I am totally invested in what we have,

For what we have is real!

Behold the mannequin inside the corpse

Does it speak to me? Does it tell?

For emotions glide upon the heart

There is a man with a wicked mustache,

Singing out loud!

He declares war

And he declares it now,

What resides in the matters of the heart

Cannot be destroyed

Am I too young to know

What love is?

For there are too many questions in this poem

I cannot answer...

For you are the man with the mustache,

Singing out loud!

Your hands carry me to places I can't say

For your touch is purer than the pure heavens!

Emotions glide upon my heart once again

How do you make me feel so neat

When all the world around me is bleak?

I am the mannequin inside the corpse!

My heart does speak, my heart does tell

If only words could fly off mattresses

The bedroom secrets would squeal,

And my only secret is you

I want to touch you more and more

Yet I get excited by the touch

Of your hands...

For your hands tell everything about you

It's like writing in the dark,

For everything in the dark is a mystery

Yet I know what I feel;

You make me forget myself

In the dark

As roses appear to be crying aloud

And I feel your hands all over me

As the wind falls beneath my shield,

And I want to know what you're thinking

Are you thinking of me?

This silk dress that is on the grave

Resides within the roses that are there

And I feel the power of the tongue

That speaks...

Tomorrow shall be a different day

I shall hold you close to my heart once more,

You make me forget myself

In the dark

And every star is driven to light

I want to go on forever

In your plight,

Black roses favor the night

Deep tears of sin begin

As we cry all night

To the bodies that rage,

How incredible is the night?