Best Passionself Poems
Foregone are lower passions,
lest be done in haste
Even for the mildly curious,
best designed in chaste
Lower self in heated body,
jest in sure of pleasure
Higher self on different plane,
nesting lofty treasure
You were never really
Mine to have
From the beginning
You were just looking
For a medicine to whatever
Wound you were harbouring
Or a feed to whatever
Hunger you had
But I let my self trust
I let my self feel
And even fall in way too deep
I can't go back
Even if I may wish to
So I am here
With feelings that I not know
Where to take
Since u will not receive them
In my head you are
The person I can be with
The man I already trust
But in reality
You are just a person
Who I probably will never understand
But I ask this of you
Let me, for just a little while
Give me a chance
Cracked lips and dead deserted eyes
The gait of my walk will not decide
One way or several shattered minds
I carry these creatures due to their designs
Absence of water keeps me still
The passion I am will not distil
Patience for everything that kills
The beat of my heart is set on thrill
This path a forest I can’t see
The smell of what was in the silent trees
No less a burden that I breathe
I beg for the dead to set me free
Betrayal satisfied by pain
The contract of self signed in the rain
My love is sounding more insane
When this downpour of lust commends your game
Awaken hearts that sit so still
The passionate creatures that feed the thrill
A thirst for lust that knows no lie
The creatures of self together in mine