AllTheRandomThings

Pleasure & Romance


Notice of absence from AllTheRandomThings
If.I'm.Not.Here/I'm.There...As.The.Wind.Blows.So.Does.
The.Unheard.Memories.Of.What.We.Could.Of.Shared.
If.I.Were.Present.

Love is a red dead kiss,

A hidden vibe that was locked into

The abyss.

 

Where lust became love but without Trust,

It cease to exist..

 

Some men are afraid of being cuffed,

So they let the metal rust,

This is how ones heart is burdened

To boil and combust...

 

WHY do we invest our feelings in

momentary pleasures?

 

Is it to see how much ones love can

Truly measure?

 

Or who can hold their breathe the longest

to obtain what we truly treasure?

 

 

What do our motives paint to transcribe our

souls Picasso?

 

Oh..Love..

I've buried you deep

 

To watch earth

Nurture you,

Into its own heart filled fossil.

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