Number 8

You are always on my mind.

Mustn't I see?
Into her eyes I set myself free,
Under the light of her blonde dream,
Her face hugs them,delicate and keen.

Behind closed eyes,I've been seeing you,
My hands long to behold you and your aura of blue,
Almost as far apart as our beds in which we lay,
My love speaks only of you,yet,I have nothing to say.

Swiftly,your blue eyes cry in our rain,
Our end only to come again,
We bare our physical Scars and eternal pain,
On our path of lust,it will depend.

A specific void of love it's cost,
The feeling of your lips is a feeling I've lost,
My heart's mind is made up but not the words I'll say,
In the meantime, I'm scaring myself away.

Author's Note

As long as you're happy!