Sunday, 1 March 2015

I Love You

Insomniac nights in the turbulent delirium of my dreams
My inebriated mind teases me with the drunken idea that is you
You hurt me and you soothe me; you kill me and you revive me
Sweet, the agony of your absense; bitter, the nearness of your soul
A scream no one can hear; a whisper, that rings loud and clear
My songs of you are my solitude and my decadence
You're my extravagance, my guilty pleasure, my secret heaven
I love you, I love you, I could repeat, over and over again
And yet go to my grave, knowing I never said it enough

© Khyberman MMXV
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