Half Finished Poems
Lust for you long lost,
Yet my passion still remains.
No longer your love,
Running through my veins.
Dark days, and well, darker nights.
A few more bottles,
A few more fights.
Voices in my head,
Filling me with dread.
Have I lost love
Or worse, the ability of.
A passion without touch,
Blaspheme
A touch without passion,
Like the cold touch of death incarnate.
Was this meant to be?
I fall in love to easily,
With you, and me, and all that’s above.
Half finished poems are writ in my soul,
Begging for an end within another’s heart.
