Apr 27, 2010 10:40
What a wild love to have tripped over
It's like chasing the sunset (my favourite time of day)
Only an ending in sight
An unforgiving darkness lying in wait
"Want-what-I-can't-have" Complex
I was born with this disease, I believe
I still can't isolate the line between love and lust
What a sticky web - these relations that come and pass and intertwine
And I'm only beginning to realize this depth to life
When I used to drink away my lethargy,
Now the wine only feeds my desire to have him in my bed..
Run my fingers through his chest hair, grip the back of his neck
He comes out only at night, my very own werewolf, to share the moonlight
Claw my skin, ravage my weak limbs, I make bad decisions
Because I'm just an animal too
But we were never meant to survive.