Wednesday, 4 March 2009

You never stumble, you always fall.

The past is alive
moving beneath the cloth, Angels struggling to be bound
the insatiable thirst for youth
never wanting to grow old.

I thought about those mutilated nights we spent entwined in each other carving into our hearts the sullen pleasures of the flesh
pure love, in which I tried to make every single move one that could be for you

I saw God in you but the Devils got your eyes.

Searching for years to write the beauty of your love, now my being is leaking with passion and a lust for life because of the words i’ve found.