Tired of searching for what I can't find. I give up. I gave up. Emotionally unstable, everything is wretched. You're like the needle in my eye, a knife to my mind, stricken with pain... a love I'll never tame. I can't breathe, without you, my world stands still. You're like an impulse, sever the nerve and I can't feel. I'll never be who I was before. I become who I am and these thoughts of yours. Those eyes that tear away all sense and deny movement. I need you to want me... to see, touch and realize... that I am clay. You can shape me into your dreams, twist and corrupt me. I give you my heart, a building process. Watch the way in which you construct it. Too carefully and it may collapse but too loosely and yours will.
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Insane Ravings of a Munk
PoetryA past history full of scattered emotions and experiences. Written in a series. Wrapped in a bow as a gift to you all.
