Crossing paths like two streams
Rivers with no name
Their eyes did all the talking
Jestures ment nothing.
That first kiss, made the spark
Started the fire
Made romance
He planted the hour glass that started it all
His caress, his touch
Vibrant
Her kiss, her taste
She was his siren
Hearts raceing
But not broken
Defeated
But it was the motion of emotion that rocked their ocean
Skys grew darker
The sirens heart--
Stoped beating
He ran faster but never farther
Tears that clouded her eyes
Made her weap like the willow/
Only wanted him more
But all that was there was his hair on the pillow
He thoughts of regret
Made him crave her more
Only wishing to be there to wipe away her tears
But the hours had passed
Freind
Never foe
Living in a lovers quarrel
Learning no moral
Their hearts still in sync
Inseperable by fate
But the hour glass runs dry
Inseperable fate is now a burdon by escape
 SweetCyanide13 · Sun May 12, 2013 @ 02:59pm · 0 Comments |
