June 2009
2 posts
Sing Softly to me, Let me hear your voice crack, Speak through clenched teeth, slur, now whisper, now Scream. Let your body shake, let your lungs break, let your chest burst open for all to see. The Blood and Guts, The Pain and Love, All those bottled up feelings. All the moments lost. Break Down, Crumble, Now Stand Tall.
Love can be likened to being kept in silk bonds,
the soft touch, sexy and sensual,
the pain, playful and passionate.
When close, the Cloth brings comfort,
Apart, It constrains.
I feel its Grip,
It tightens, And I begin to wonder wether it will be Body or Bond That Breaks
