Omg it took me like 3 weeks to write this poem cause I was so confused at which thoughts to write about and I kept rearranging everything but then I figured I would give it no structure and put in everything to reflect the confusion - there's so much change of thoughts cause thats how I am thinking right now.
Amira =))
Veil The Satisfaction
93 doves in a circle surrounding the lonely heart of Decemeber
The withered black petals are veiled by the smoothering snow
Departing that life, knowing this pain will not last forever
The crackling heat, aşkim its blistering out here in this city
Walking winding roads, holding his hand. feeling so claustrophobic
Cleaning out the cobwebs reaching the glorious morning light.
And now it's been a while since the two of them have talked.
Waiting. There was a melancholy feeling in the air that night,
They couldn't say goodbye the way that they would've liked to
So, they turned the record on and danced to their song.
Two different natures full of passionate challenges
His fire burning her in a dangerous desert of violent quarrels
Smashing glass and he digging into her mind like a cuckoo
In his brown eyes a look she had never seen, blazing,
Choking in a room of his Parliament cigarettes,she stayed.
Mentally breaking down, thinking what he said was right
Dragging her along in the streets so she was never out of view
The manipulation, questioning herself, right at your mercy
Admiring their motivation, deep conversations, laughs,
Could sleep in his arms forever, that made it hard to leave.
Lustful filth living the lifestyle of the rich and famous
She had been craving, hesitating all the temptation
Untouched beauty took the forbidden step
In full submission into the eyes of his admiration
Showing her the world and it was full of satisfaction.
Fighting friction, a complex soul, she was born to runaway
The seventh found her wandering on a deceitful path
Playing his game, and now he's wishing he could heal her
Trusting the unknown,accepting the book,avoiding his wrath
Cannot change the past, in the end what's done is done
Lying to myself to resist you but I am not that strong
It will never matter what I do, you won't break that mould
You are worth so much more, you could be so much more
Take me to the dancefloor, aşkim
