The Fear Of Passion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGWLIj8pkT4

Submitted: April 28, 2011

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Twisting and turning into the majestic dusk
Power exchanging alternately, rhythmatically, randomly
Building, growing, all the time, knowing
The moves and the path ahead
 
Raising the game by a breath or two
Smothering the flame with a lick of lupus spirit
That smoulders with emeralds and amethists
Yet the whole while unsure if it is ever going to find you
 
Minds fighting and challenging, constant flux, somene will lose
No backing down now, you are cornered and it may hurt
Chains to hold you down and burn violently
Your fragile bones with weaving icicles around your crimson flesh
 
I have no love to give you, for I have no love at all
But this tongue of fire is ignited and rising, the whole thing's going up
The moon is hiding and dark but I can still faintly see in the mirror
A secret smile on your lips
 
That burries itself further down, deeper inside of you
Where those realms are rarely touched
And I have no love, I have no love
But a furnace to roast your soul
 
Hush, nobody needs to know
Hush now close your longing eyes
Let the smile turn into parted lips
which could laugh or scream in this darkness
 
Hush, nobody will ever know


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