This is a little something I have never done before. Poetry. Free-verse poetry.I thought it up while I was lying in hospital with traumatic fever. I hope you will like it, please review and let me know what you think.
Kismet
A drop of sweat forces its way on your body, and I watch my hand smear it slowly
In your eyes, the fire is vibrating, pushing me higher and higher
I watch your face as you fight your battle,
As the silhouette melts into passion, and I lose the image from my eyes
You are untrue, you are evil, you are two-faced, you are beautiful
Somehow, I drowned in the tears that I cried
What happened to the frail figure who handles words poorly?
The eternal battle I have lost
Only your scent is mine to own
You are untrue, you are evil, you are two-faced, you are beautiful
And in the end, I abandon my desperate need
For in the darkest hours all I tried is to endure
I strain and enjoy the twinge
I desire awkwardly as by this small death I am swept away…
You are untrue, you are evil, you are two-faced, you are beautiful…
