kolte
October 21st, 2005, 09:57 PM
I never thought that love could be so real
so horridly painful and pleasurable at the same time
jealousy and tainted do not express my thoughts
my mind is filled with a desire to see, touch, feel
and when I cannot complete the tasks I die
going on without you is impossible
finding you is impossible
the box is forever sealed
and I will never open it and enjoy its treasures
to trek across the world to find you would only stifle my desires for a moment
and then they would return, more violent and strong then before because I know what its like
to truly understand the depth of my literature is unlikely for you
you will remain ignorant of my unique pain
no worse or greater then the guilt those who kill must partake in
I use big words for big feelings
and when none are found I hide my feelings in depth unfounded
to truly go threw what is going on in my mind you must do the following
love what you cannot see
eat what you cannot taste
hear what makes no sound
fear fear itself
only when you do that will you have the guilty, lonesome, unbearable liberty of feeling my mind
I hope you reconsider delving into my pain
you will not find an once of joy in it
kolte blount
so horridly painful and pleasurable at the same time
jealousy and tainted do not express my thoughts
my mind is filled with a desire to see, touch, feel
and when I cannot complete the tasks I die
going on without you is impossible
finding you is impossible
the box is forever sealed
and I will never open it and enjoy its treasures
to trek across the world to find you would only stifle my desires for a moment
and then they would return, more violent and strong then before because I know what its like
to truly understand the depth of my literature is unlikely for you
you will remain ignorant of my unique pain
no worse or greater then the guilt those who kill must partake in
I use big words for big feelings
and when none are found I hide my feelings in depth unfounded
to truly go threw what is going on in my mind you must do the following
love what you cannot see
eat what you cannot taste
hear what makes no sound
fear fear itself
only when you do that will you have the guilty, lonesome, unbearable liberty of feeling my mind
I hope you reconsider delving into my pain
you will not find an once of joy in it
kolte blount