The language
This dialect
These words
You cannot
understand
My love
language- you love
I’m being
used
to heal your
love and reignite the firey lover in your heart
You do not
comprehend this
My love
When I fall
I crash
Melt down
Lie in agony
of amor
You hold me
against your chest
Tight enough
to trace my breath to exhale
Close enough
to feel the beat of my heart
“You are the
kind of woman I need right now..
Affectionate…powerful…
you need no one”
My love- I have no words
You are
smooth to the touch,
smooth by
the word,
freckled and
tattooed
In your
beautiful room
I can see
the passionate remnants
This is the
debris of love
After the fatal
crash of the relationship
Between you
and your woman
I wish you
were mine,
But I can
only smell the decomposing flesh
Of your love
gone wrong
Hearts died
in this room
Between the
same four walls you wanted me
To kiss me,
hold me,
and whisper
erotic words between
I speak
words you cannot understand
This
language has undergone an evolution
gone through
battles, defeats, and victories
In my book
of love, it has been written already
The
translation is available in a world you’ll never touch
Those eyes
touch me as you stare in bewilderment
And mine
back into yours
Wondering how
I ended up in the arms of a fearful Wildman
This book
tells me you can never be mine
In our story
I was your heroine
The woman
who saved your romantic-side
Who ran by
your side in the mission to prevent
The lover in
your heart from committing suicide
Tonight we
lay in a bed of ruins
We shall
both emerge stronger,
But not
champions because we still want each other
As we last
embrace in comfort
It is all
being written
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