Each second I think about our time together,
The many laughs we shared...now moments under the weather.
Each second I think about our bodies conversing,
The many fireworks it set off...now the moments spent yearning...
What would I give to feel the passion and heat?
What would I trade to hold you and feast?
Will I feel that euphoria and transport out of hell?
Will I ever live again to break out of this shell???
I long to feel your skin under my nails
To hold your face in my hands, so beautiful and frail
The air is electric, filled wanting your body and your lips
The day is defective, thirsting for ecstasy and bliss.
Will the night give me any a break from this jail?
Will the week show me other ways to be gay?
Will the months make the memories fade away?
Will the years lead to a content person full of glee?
If I knew these answers would you pray instead to me??
Amateur poetry aiming to verbalize thoughts and moments in the life of a hopeless romantic.
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