And I held you, like an old king his crown once held. I held you high and with great care on top of my head afraid, that in my arms you’d break! I held you, and fend off for you demons, and humans all the same. But you never thanked me; Not that it mattered,…
Is there any cure for loneliness? And I am not talking about that kind of loneliness that can be cured just by having someone that sticks close to you, that loves you, that cares for you and is there whenever you need it. I am not talking about that kind of loneliness that can be…
Mesmerizing, that’s what she is; Holding the power to turn me into stone hypnotizing, a being not from this world -an angel, or maybe a demon wearing angels clothes, who knows… Captivating, yet, so hard to describe is the skin she wears and those eyes, those bright pearls that shine with hell’s light taken from…
How hard is to live and feel, like you have died. To open your eyes each day and see nothing but lies, to go to sleep each night all alone, naked and stripped of your pride how hard is to breath i wonder, how hard is to be alive!
Faces, they get old. And tears, they dry out. Clouds wont stop their dance even if my breathing stops, even if i die.
I will miss your scent In these roads that i daily tread And the way how i felt… How i used to feel… Before you were gone, When you were here.
Touch me. Touch me with your lips. Touch me, and burn me Turn me into crisps Touch me from the dawn Until the dusk comes In my dreams, my awakenings In my delusional thoughts In my reality Chained, by the human laws Touch me through the winter Until the the summer comes! Touch me. Through…
Love, Fucking love. Hate it, and crave it. Love, The unbearable pain That eats you whole; The stinging heat The unheard plead… Love, Fucking love.
Maybe… I’m a puppet, or even worse than that! Maybe… I’m just a puppeteer, taking more pleasure in controlling others than in controlling myself! But, then again maybe I’m neither of them, maybe I’m just a voodooist making someone bleed, while putting needles into someone else! Maybe… I’m a mirror, reflecting who you are! Maybe……
The ‘ME’ in me, loves the ‘You’ in you but, the ‘Poet’ in me, hates the ‘Human’ in you!
kushtrimthaqi 