Suddenly tempests
uncertainty storms
fear and guilt and
lust and passion and
it doesn't take much
never has
until I miss you again
Sometimes it takes just a slight reminder
a black and white picture
or a missed phone call, a song
a slight breeze
this category 5 love hurricane
comes to plunder whatever peace I had left
That's when my tired eyes
seek for long lost sunsets
when my dried up fountain pen
tries to chissel your cold steel name
on polished pink marble
when my heart is deflated
when my soul is lost
and my blood I've sold to the devil
as you keep my body pawned
But sometimes, when I feel stronger
I think of grabbing this love
roll it up like yesterdays newspaper
and beat the crap out of this living bitch life
or put it in a bottle
and drown it in this anguish
it's all I have left
sometimes daily
unquestionable sentence
and certainly torn.
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