You are an enigma I want to unravel you I want to explore your mysteries I want to delve into your depths I want to probe and investigate Every single part of you But never find the answer So I don’t have to give up searching
It’s clear from your silence That you are full of screams You’re an everlasting spark You’re light detracting my darkness It’s clear from your smile That you can swoon any man You’re my most treasured possession All you give me is obsession It’s clear from your love That you’re a beautiful soul To my eyes you’re perfect Smooth brown skin with no acne I fell for your beauty and brains You’re my cure, my medication I no longer suffer from migraines Enticing you with pure adoration
She loved him with a messy heart He hugged her with fragile bones She touched him with scarred hands He kissed her with bruised lips They whispered all their flaws Found how contrasting souls they were Yet so incomplete without each other Like the day and the night The sun and the moon Hearts within a heart Bones of the same clay
I wish women would wish for the real man I wish you’d imagine a flawed man I wish you’d imagine a broken man I wish you’d imagine a man that gets tired I wish you’d imagine a man that gets scared sometimes I wish you’d imagine a man that’s worried at times But he still fights and pushes through all that He’s still swinging and punching, never backing down I wish you’d all imagine Clark Kent, not Superman
You are so amazing And to believe that you must hide All the parts of you that are broken Out of fear that someone else Is incapable of loving you Because you are not perfect Is to believe that sunshine is Incapable of entering a broken window And illuminate a pitch dark room
She didn’t believe in fairytales or romance Maybe rough sex or horrors She didn’t believe in love at first sight But she thrilled at spanking and love bites She didn’t believe in happily ever after But she let me spread her cheeks like butter She didn’t believe in proposals But she craved for my arousal She didn’t need me to get her a rose But in bed she wanted her arse tossed She yearned for my choking and mighty thrusts Whenever she caught my glare at her luscious bust So I let her sit on my handsome face So she could drip like honey from a titled vase For it was only for her that I thirst.
Dying is an art Like everything else I do it exceptionally well I do it so it feels like hell I do it so it feels real It will take me a lifetime Yet no time at all I guess you could say I do have a call
I touched your blouse like it was a page I wanted to turn I caressed your curves like they were braille in every love letter I kissed up and down your inner thighs like they were a baby’s cheeks I wrote poems inside you with my fingers like Ed Sheeran on his guitar strings I tasted all your innocence like a bee that had just found sweet nectar I pulled your long hair like the reigns of a horse in a battlefield I made you arch your back like a bow whose string was pulled I made you scream like the arrow had stabbed you where it ached I made love to you and spilled passion across the sheets like ink on paper You never knew love until my words became a song in your heart You never understood desire until you felt my rough hands around your throat Sometimes a poet meets another and a secret poem is hatched That only a look into your eyes can surely tell