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Grasp as to make it last.

I’ve lived in flame
Tis the same story to claim..
Concentrate let thy mind take it’s aim. These moments have nothing to gain. My heart cant handle the strain. To whom do these feeling pertain? I can handle any physical pain. This existing relationship between my mind and my heart. Twice separate .... Never apart. A sudden rush of blood from the imagination of where it starts. I’ve no excuse for myself. It started from first site. I feel in love with beauty for the night. I knew it wasn’t right. Thats why ignorance is hindsight. Internal hell I refused to fight. I have made a mess. I feel stressed. Who would have guessed. I am underneath her beauty. I am the “typical”...I am analytical....problematic..... You are a drug and I am the addict.

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