CravingsA Poem by Michael (Letters and Lifelines)There's a sanctum, Near the rear pane. See a shadow, On the bed frame. There's a darkness, Like a choking, Like a sickness. Feel it growing. There's a creaking, Through the silence, Like a gun shot, Through the violence. By the moonlight, In the mirror, Watch her moving, So I can see her. Can't lie... I like you dark eyed. And I've been... Trying to sneak my way in. It's a fright night... And you're just like a knife fight. But I've been... Dreaming of your scream again. But I do this from time to time, Where I want to feel you next to me. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I want to touch you as you sleep. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I want to hold you as you breathe. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I like to think you really know me. Under night skies, On the concrete, Follow footprints, On the dark streets. Follow closely. Hear her heartbeat. Hear the panic, In her scared feet. There's a feeling, Like a lost thrill, Like the craving, Of a first kill. Then a loud noise, Like a last rite, Like a siren, Through a dead night. I swear... I love your long hair. And it's too much... But I can't get enough. It's a love affair... And you're just like a death stare. But I can't give up... Because I'm feeling the pain of my first love. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I just let you walk away. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I can't think of what to say. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I just leave when I can stay. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time, Where I like to think that I'm okay. It's a long night, On the East Coast, Where the wind blows, And the rain falls. There's a dim light, On the sky-line. Like a reason, That you can't find. There's a hollow, At the river. It's a nice place, I can give her. I will wait there, As the dawn grows, With a promise, Like a red rose. I like to think of you with me, As I stare and watch you sleep. Do you know, This may be my last hope? I'm trying not to do this. I'm holding on and it's useless. Do you know, This is the part where I let go? But I can't let go. I don't know why, But I can't let go from time to time. I just like to think of me and you. I don't know why, But I can't let go from time to time. I just wish I didn't do the things I do. I don't know why, But I can't let go from time to time. I just like to pretend I'm lying next to you. I don't know why, But I can't let go from time to time. I just like to think you're thinking of me, too. I don't know why, But I do this from time to time... Where I like to think that you are mine.
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Michael (Letters and Lifelines)NYAboutMy first poetry book, "Half-Hour Silence" can be checked out here on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Half-Hour-Silence-Letters-Lifelines-1/dp/1511995882/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1454360414&sr=8-1&keywo.. more..Writing
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