Two worlds collide With nowhere to hide Like the rushing of the tide It eventually subsides. A permeable membrane Standing in the rain Nothing to gain In this pleasurable pain. Your touch starts a fire And its consequences are dire For the smell of desire Can topple an empire. The exact point where the soul abides In the tiny echoes of future’s cries Cities fall and cities rise All for the look in another’s eyes…
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
Ok, so this isn't quite finished yet, but any feedback would be greatly appreciated. :)