This gift of words
Carries the burden of uncertainty.
Blind-folds our eye sight with the veil of deep darkest longings
Forever haunting us until we are fully captivated,
By the sound of a beating drum from a distance,
Reawakening the dead feelings we have surpressed within our unconscious.
Beating violently,
Beckoning us to enter into the bed of roses.
The beating drum, encoding a message understood by our bodies.
Stirring memories of lost potential lover.
Pulling us closer and closer until the numbness surface.
Hearts reaching out
Charging with euphoric chemicals that burns with longing feelings.
Tormented by an unbearable hunger of lust.
Our emotions are imprisoned.
The discomfort of ignoring the nature’s call put us in pain.
Let us depart before its too late.
Lets do this walk of shame.
The rumbling thunder inside our bodies will subside with time.
Lets be wise…..and take our different paths.
Lets free ourselves from these chains of infatuation
The greed is undeserving of our precious time.
It is selfish
It is an exploiter
It will only lead us to infidelity.
Finding myself 