BURNT OUT
My fiery passion used to shine so
bright,
it was a passion for life,
and now it's as dark as a winters night.
I tried to keep cool my patience ran low,
help me please I'm losing control.
I walked right into a puddle of sympathy
now my troubles are
double because of my selfish greed.
I don't know how long I can sit this one
out
right now my only pain killer is to go deeper,sleep and shout
infact
I'm pretty sure that I am all burnt out.
Untitled
A
breath of peach flesh, a sensual gesture.
Please, do her the honor of seeing
the thing of her soul.
She wants a far off land,trading love for passion
she settles for the thrill.
She needs to make a connection,
you seem familiar
and you leave her wanting more.
burnt the face of her can never except and
appreciate herself.
A mirage of personality is put on an extravagant performance
but at curtain time her contentment is much hallow.
She needs a shoulder but
she is much too, proud and arrogant to admit it.
She was the only one prostituting
her beliefs, feeling so alone, she lives so selfishly despite her efforts to be
the perfect her.
She suffers endless torture.
She is self-defeating and
unstable.
How is she to have a relationship or to love healthily?
So she closes her proverbial gates and looks for meaningless flings
the face of you
Her
substitute for love.
:// poetry by Tina